If you also write small stones, post them here: http://www.writingourwayhome.com/
Sunday, January 15, 2012
January 13 (Friday the 13th)
Dream wiggles through the window, ducks the curtain, laughs at the 'catcher' and alternately giggles and moans around the corners of the room, waiting for rem. I see with my eyes closed. Ancient pathways and new horizons form a circle. Offer me a black cat under a wooden ladder near a broken mirror, I'll McGyver an answer you can't follow into morning.
If you also write small stones, post them here: http://www.writingourwayhome.com/
If you also write small stones, post them here: http://www.writingourwayhome.com/
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If there was any luck to the day - I shall believe it to be good. It was only men afraid of the unknown that chose to dangle fate by fear. Perhaps I can not follow you, but I shall join you still, as dreams enfold in night as well as day...
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