 | | 2011-09-04 09:03
From blog Amy Nelson
the bearded and the bell,
Good morning, I hope wherever you are, there are strings of happiness pulling clouds away. High as birds, humble as petals. The other day, ribs carried belly folds, and we found ourselves in the woods. Beside the wild Oak, there exists doughy white petals. Below the soft sod, land slugs wiggle and pebbles sleep. If I could pull the lumber, and build myself a home here, I would.monkeyshines, and banjo grooming. This is where I belong. When I was a child, small boned, and fragile like a soap bubble, I dreamed of this place. A home where the curtains of eye lids are naked, where the pinholes see boots, grass, milkweed, fingers, and wild flowers. A place where...
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