 | | 25/05/2012 01:58
Sur le blog Amy Nelson
birds and maps,
There is a sweetness that flows through the morning light. All burdens of midnight disappear, as if they've been swallowed by the moon while I was sleeping. There is something about seeing my own hands in the daylight that keeps me from pulling on bad thoughts. When the sun reaches my bedroom window, it's like a thousand tiny poems are waiting to be written. I can see the woodland phlox bloom fest and the dandelion courting spears of grass. In the morning, there is possibility. Whether possibility comes in the shape of blueberry pancakes, bending knives into butter dishes, swimming in a sea of maple syrup, or quite simply, just opening the drawer to where the cups...
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