When I leave here, I will not be sated of the green clear water. Every day I stare at the water and every day I only move my eyes away from where blue meets green when someone calls my name. I'm not looking for an answer, or even asking a question. I am remembering, acknowledging, letting the waves rush and smooth over jagged emotions and conflicts.
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March 19, 2005
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Ooooo, I love that last line. What an image!
Posted by: sheilah | March 19, 2005 at 03:57 AM
I am envious as once again I look outside to see yet more snow falling... drink it in dear sister, drink it in for those who cannot.
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Posted by: Auntie Pammie | March 19, 2005 at 10:20 AM