a sharp blue sky and
red sunlight through my eyelids
quiet afternoon

on tips of branches
the last minutes of the day
caught in gold sunlight

the world gets smaller
our lives woven together
with each written word
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Not ready to stop writing here yet obviously.
And I am tempted to explain a little the last post...
but I will not try, except to say
the blog is cumulative.
Exploration.