Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Friday, February 08, 2008
Breathe in, breathe out
Tomorrow's much the same
Tree house truth
We hang in the air
A hairs breadth
It smells like freedom.
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