Looking through detention windows, I see an evergreen of mottled hues. Cold sun's rays are reflected and deflected--dark and light dancing together on a limb. Turning, I see detained youth--lives of dark and light struggling together on a limb.
Categories: smallstone
One comment-
Renee Espriu said on January 22, 2013
You got me started on small stones again when I saw you were doing them. I do hope you are healing alright. Sent an email. I need to come by here more often.
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