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By chris Date: 2008 Nov 04 Comment on this Work [[2008.11.04.11.53.20097]] |
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She mostly amazes me like synchronicity, like electricity to the holder of the key attached to the kite tossed by the storm, like the desert holds the heat, like Billie Holiday stayed just behind the beat, like moments utterly unique, like remembering not to speak when silence will say more, like the roar of the surf as you swim farther from the beach than ever before, like the sea when it tires of the wild depths (because it has promises to keep) and embraces the smooth shoreline and sings lovers to sleep. |