In an elabourate
fixture of clouds, softer than comparison, the instant and a child
combine for space in the garden. The clouds conclude a typical
season, with capital sentences and the best assay. Leaves glow,
needing to be remarkable.
Inside, the doorway
creaks and yet the breeze conduces a shaft of sunlight thru memory
and into the tender arms. You can remember that tidal day as well as
any. The garden does not resist.
Symbols resort to
words when we are backed in. Menial shouting stamps the ground. This
is not a simple book to read but an oceanic rising in the trees. Our
together means the most.
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