A Dancing Pen
I was thinking about existence earlier - just the strangenss of it all: myself, what I am - this transient guest, a perched bird; just a glimpse amidst a great sea, a great something, a great movement, a great constancy. This birth, this death, the animals of my life. They are all so important [...]
Posted on July 23rd, 2009 by admin
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