- this is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
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shadowy treeline mirrored in the glassy flooded ricefields
the greens and the greys and the furrowed brow of the roiling sky - the
rains shatter and sprinkle from intense turbulent skies - the wild
beauty takes my breath away
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