i locked the gates and supposing it safe retreated convincingly veiled inside though in retrospect it might not have been wisest thing to do… you know… to let impetuosity throw the key for its started to rain and i am ankle deep
What a singularly haunting and fascinating piece you have written! Just this one snip of time, captured, and leaving us crying out for more. What happens next? What happened before? More! More! Bring it on. Namaste Jim
"We are stardust: we are golden: and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden." --Joni Mitchell "Woodstock"
thank you all *s* slowly... suthern......bailing is good exercise...right? cause we are both gonna get some this time.....sigh m...thank you ancient......ah...what went before is a lifetime......and chronicled here for the most part...though the pen name has changed as did the era of writing...what comes after I don't know....its still raining...
Listening to every heart