Sunday, August 30, 2009
Can You Touch It?
I am the fog horn of years gone by ~~ you know the drone, signaling the shoal and irritatingly droll. So droll, indeed! I am the Fresnel light of the present ~~ for in me lies the truth and the way, nothing concealed in harbored[ ness ]! Even I scoff at the likelihood of being in a loch [it’s still...
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