Phrases found on the fringes - mined like so much precious metal. Souvenirs from the unknown, barely stable, yet somehow bound by words incapable of containing them. Humble reflections of the sweet mystery...
Friday, December 27, 2013
Tormenta
Galavanting clouds with rain sarongs. Misty gowns sweeping the scrub-studded plateau. Hitching skirts high over mountain protrusions. These mysteries we marginalize with words.
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