posted by name of the rose at 12:03 a.m.
soak the edge
The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
3 Comments:
looks cold ...
it is.
brisk but beautiful.
How the chains seem to want to meet the ground beneath... Beautiful picture. I loved the blue in the background... smooth snow as well as crumpled heaps...
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