I followed a
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
feather
to the ground
along the twist
-ing-twirl
-ing
>dizzy<
| path |
I found a penny
which held no thoughts
together the feather
and copper bone
fell upon an anvil
cloud of striking stone
:: 08-05-2014 ::
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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love...
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