The yearning can so deeply call out I don’t think I can plumb its depths. My kneeling eyes rest upon the sky where buzzards upon the thermals Are painting the sky. The wind made visible in their artistry. The day’s…..
I think these two images shall be with me for a while. The first an image of my mind and heart in chaos. To see the swarming birds I have to wonder how they do not collide like pinballs. The sound, mirroring the visual,…..
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