Monthly Archives: November 2011

Filling Holes and Collecting Soul

Leg-wrapped and anxious, she flies with swirls. She touches and presses, she blows; senseless seams of sky. Give her wide and distance the passage. Marking next, filling holes and collecting soul. Patterns of light and the mystique of rhythm; images … Continue reading

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