Thursday, May 6, 2010
floating in the firmament
A tiny, tiny piece of tree dander suspended from the silken wire of a small insect. The air felt dead calm, but yellow ballerina (or guitar, or broom, or rocket, or octopus) kept dancing from imperceptible flows in and out of my pane of focus.
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