To Whom It May Concern:
We live in the folds of a huge canvas;
like the sea when it moves quietly and furiously,
alternately hiding and revealing
where we have
come from,
where we are
going:
our entreaties caught in our throats.
*
like the sea when it moves quietly and furiously,
alternately hiding and revealing
where we have
come from,
where we are
going:
our entreaties caught in our throats.
*
posted by tearful dishwasher at 10:51 AM
2 Comments:
yes, scott. yes. here we are, and there, and here again.
Your few words have captured my life's story. Stumbled upon your blog just now. . . and it saved my spirit a little.
Thank you.
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