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Monthly Archives: July 2016
She splurges on the turquoise sky, the cerulean breeze and the gossip-talk of trees that know this Lake fairly aches with everything she needs. She seeds herself in skysong, silence, wild defiant sighs and smiles that just might outlast … Continue reading
… How is it even possible that the same world that holds this generous spill of blue, the whisper of aspens, also contains the spew of such hatred, the spilling of blood, the scream of gunfire and death? We hold … Continue reading
… For that is all we are assured, uncertain as a summer shiver: a life abundant, full, but whirled – for that is all we are assured. Even the moon mourns heaven’s curl, unquiet as a dark sky sliver. For … Continue reading
.. You sit at the edge – right there, see? and breathe it all in, begin to know the secrets of the breeze and the way the earth flows, spills, stands still. You steep yourself in indigo and cobalt glass, … Continue reading
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