Running up a hill… Right foot’s grounded touch holds a weighted pause… a black line divides between moments… looking forward, a birds tale reaches back, framed within fabric, paper and numbers. Do you ever feel like you are running up a hill while standing still? Maybe the standing still part of the upward climb is […]
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Children born between words holding jeweled feathers. Left facing ruby suspended… a bird’s eye view of rec-tangled flags hanging on a wing and a prayer.
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Either you will go through this door or you will not go through. If you go through there is always the risk of remembering your name. Things look at you doubly and you must look back and let them happen. If you do not go through it is possible to live worthily to maintain your […]
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