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(After reading Francesco Petrarch)
It feels terribly November--implausible.
I carry broken beads from a rosary, and black and white photographs, to remind me that I have stood outside your imaginary cathedral--never entering. The shadows pick up pace. Siding with the sea, they stitch our eyes to the horizon temporarily, where we are held by blinding salts and circumstance. If for a moment we join hands, perhaps together we can burn.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
In Lost Places
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Even a horizon, can bring something as beautiful as a sunset. Even circumstances, ... are just that. As it is the big things in life what really matter.
Hugs!
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