We see the tangible in clouds, too. Or in the landscape of food on a plate we remember where we've lived. We read the fingerprint of the author in a poem. Makes me smile. How about you?
She washes windows carefully in the cool of the morning, all surfaces damp with beginning. With each swipe of the cloth she checks the new clarity, removes a layer of time, bends and stretches, does it again.
She washes windows carefully in the cool of the morning, all surfaces damp with beginning. With each swipe of the cloth she checks the new clarity, removes a layer of time, bends and stretches, does it again.
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