yet tethered by sand. Every conundrum under the sun. Nothing like a good book to launch you on a celestial journey. Or stay home: roast vegetables, write petite poems.
Ah blue! That which beckons us into sunset...I think back of days in an open field full of cold air. She is still with us. We play baseball as if nothing will ever change. The distance between bases is measured by the referee and is confirmed. We advance slowly, one by one, up to bat, as the umbrellas move in the grandstand. Waiting for a hit, a miss, or a reprieve, the small team bats on, undeterred by time, light, circumstance.
Ah blue! That which beckons us into sunset...I think back of days in an open field full of cold air. She is still with us. We play baseball as if nothing will ever change. The distance between bases is measured by the referee and is confirmed. We advance slowly, one by one, up to bat, as the umbrellas move in the grandstand. Waiting for a hit, a miss, or a reprieve, the small team bats on, undeterred by time, light, circumstance.
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