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Wednesday, July 29, 2009


Their white lips reaching out.
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      • A math problem to solve.
      • She'd snap like an old turtle.
      • Their white lips reaching out.
      • They engage her heart.
      • To see everything again for the first time.
      • She's not stuck on cloudy.
      • She does have a repoire with them.
      • Yellow plums, purple hydrangeas, who knows what.
      • She's playing with light, imperfections, her own c...
      • Light straight from the Vatican.
      • There were so many things to remember.
      • She saw her mind tilt.
      • The only spot of sun through the trees.
      • Stand still, stretch and fold.
      • Moving too fast.
      • There are so many hats to wear.
      • She can only be optimistic.
      • Stopping on a whim.
      • Too much trouble, she thought.
      • Trying to let go so she can hold on.
      • Wearing orange.
      • So ugly.
      • She'd love a place to lay her head and go to sleep.
      • She didn't want to throw any of them away.
      • It's a lovely little nest.
      • Her plate seems full.
      • Somewhere in the midst of those colors is a yellow...
      • All of which says, there is work to be done.
      • She didn't know how to say it.
      • A dog chasing her tail, she is.
      • She carried one chicken, two pounds of apricots an...
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