All things glorious, our mid-summer groovein clenched fists, looped ropetrailing behind, sauntering coltsupdrift from hoofs, dustcaught in dancing cilia of tiny nostrils, dirta dash into a reprieve from the mid-afternoon sun and not short on words, camp girls in search … Continue reading
From the start and some ways into it, hazinesslaborious and lingering, veil of shameinstant yet never wholly gratifying, uninhibited encounterswhat’s meant to be seen, everything resolutely walled in the darkerrantly tiresome, a fabled fiendauthentic power in substance, burrowed too far … Continue reading
Even the wind’s whistling halts in mid-air to take heed of the sky beams magnetically drawn to you.Piercing through the hushing air like a monofilament, you remain still.Your arrival inescapable,your unfolding heart everlasting.It’s been a strange, sticky summerit took your … Continue reading
Sultry and sticky weather hit today and this door no longer remains ajar. A little disruption at times isn’t a bad thing, but how I appreciate a refreshing pre-summer breeze drifting through the nest reminding to me to step out … Continue reading
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