a time to grieve; a time to dance

Have you ever found a glistening coin on the bed of a flowing stream? You point at it but your friend isn't quite able to see it. Or maybe your friend is pointing at something at a short distance and, for all your neck-craning, you can't quite see what it is.

This blog is exactly that. This is me pointing at something that I know is there and hope you'd see, too. Whether it's at a golden mask at the bottom of the well or an eagle soaring high in the sky, I wish you Happy Looking!

23 June 2016

Writing practice. Lily Pad. 90 seconds.

It is on a lily pad that I will travel the world, and travel time, and it is on the lily pad that I will swift upwards to give each star a kiss. I will lick a guava and melt it on my tongue, there to wait for eternity

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