October 2011
4 posts
“We were together. I forget the rest.”
wanderlusting
i have to get out immediately.
the new anthro catalogue is amazing.
Go he said,
Until rock gives way to sea, gives way to
Salt and air and the elements all —
Until feet touch land that creaks, melts and sighs,
Rippling, crashing, splitting beneath you,
Its tired arms open to the cold of night —
Everything frozen, everything hushed.
And then, with eyes at rest, look closely.
Closer.
Closer still.
And in that moment, you will find me —
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