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… Our shins walk toward the water – twin divining rods, shod in skin and shadow. The sky’s a rippled trance of whisper-thin blue, push -pinned up only by wisp of cloud. Who were we before this place? This indigo … Continue reading
watch the midnight blue fade; watch the sun climb into a waiting sky, breathe in the breeze of this (g)race -filled day.