September 2011
Fresh Ann Arbor Air
It was so nice to see her again. I have missed her, dearly. We both needed that adventure tonight, to keep us going, to remember. It is another experience to hold onto now.
Toska
champagnethursdays:
It was the gold that clothed his finger —
a tiny globe
that revolved in circles, that revolved
on axis
all the life he desired;
it was the gold on his finger
that left him grasping
for a gaping globe no longer there.
A vast earth that imprisoned his world of lost (gravity)
.
A long aged life, alone after the decades of living with pleasures and desires and dreams....
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