Friday, August 28, 2009
"Forever is composed of nows.” ~ Emily Dickinson
Photo by Georgios Markoglou Mariner On days when sails can both breathe and drink the wind or when the sea is neither graveyard nor foreboding and boats are afloat in the soft wake of abiding When the ocean’s breath is scented with acceptance and the seagulls swoon and glide to its music On these...
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