

DistancesA distance monumental, measured small: Two steps to cross the space between our seats. Yet if you didnt feel this way at all, Those steps would measure multiple defeats.Distances
But otherwise: those pitfalls safely crossed, A yawning gap remains till we embrace. If passions fragile chance I then exhaust How could I mute the sting of such disgrace?
Then finally, the longest chasm yet: The distance till a breath but barely stirs. If ever I should hesitate or fret, The ultimate rejection here occurs.
Magellan may have sailed around the Earth. &


The Sky Is Clad in DenimThe sky is clad in denim, a pale Desaturated shale-blue stitching of clouds, Brushing its bell-bottomed hem against the trees, A surly teen at the water’s edge of leafless lines.The Sky Is Clad in Denim
I walk along this dock daily. I always return. The transitionary sand between wasteland and wave, I tread my existence along the water, with the wind; The sea is ever behind, and before.
I came from the sea; to the sea I return. The perpetual motion of slope is my map. Tumbling topaz grains in the strains of sweeping silence, Tracing turns past labors and lyrics and lines. &nbs
Velvet
Thank you so much for the watch, I really appreciate it. Hope to see you around in a journal or channel!
Luv Sandra
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Jenny
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Ah Life....such interesting things it presents...........
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You were right about the stars: each one is a setting sun.
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