27 août 2008

iN THE MIST THERE WAS LIGHT

"The maker of a sentence launches into the infinite and builds a road into chaos and old night, and is followed by those who hear him with something of wild, creative delight." - Ralph Waldo Emerson Words flow somewherelse unread and free...30, number that make me feel grown and changed. The waterbaby shell has opened.
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