Old blog revisited

rather be here talking to myself than on social media as the insanity of the dying earth and killing fields are allowed to grow.
D'Etre Raisins

No sour grapes these,

rather the withered sweetness
of seasons lengthened
to aged fruition
chewed introspectively.

Friday, March 16, 2007

Words on Water

Words on Water: happiness is a train

I like the memory writing on this site.

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