Every day is a revision, a flux of emotions and evolution of ideas.
Monday, April 04, 2005
from the stone to the pebble
she cries at the death of another, "It is not real. See, I can tell from over here that it is nothing." So the pebble takes a glance before plunging to skip on the water as only a flat one can do. It ripples and falls to the bottom.
2 comments:
I'd like to ask about this post, but don't want to intrude. If you are willing to share, I'd like to understand.
Let your intuition guide you, Moira. You probably already understand.
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