Just a wee little book.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Burst
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When I thought of the word Burst
I thought of the trees across the street at the park.
Maybe it's because over the course of the year I've watched leaves bud from bare branches.
Maybe it's because over the course of the year I've watched leaves bud from bare branches.
Or maybe it's that in the morning you can hear the birds all around
but you can never see them,
so it sounds like the trees are singing.
but you can never see them,
so it sounds like the trees are singing.
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| Luxembourg Park at the end of winter & at the end of summer. |
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Imagination
There's no better place for me to find my imagination than in reading.
Speaking of which,
read this book.
It's so beautifully written.
The story will move you.
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