justbites 19 february

presumably creative, a determined walker when crossing even the iciest of streets-- i am a dreamer, a giraffe with my head in clouds, feet far below, balanced on reality, and i am writing and living beyond-- tired sometimes, moving always-- i am a slow runner, educating, waiting for no approval, craving applause, dropping clauses and capital letters-- aiming toward composition

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winter splinters plans and crystallizes light and air into magic-- sound blows and echoes, dreams are set aside or magnified through dark nights, long hollow halls with sunglare mornings rising in surprising clarity-- we see our priorities freeze, reshuffle

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bang! went the stone on the forest door. the listening cat turned her smart ears up and her tired tail under-- the early morning message had shaken her dreams of a lazy run through a milk orchard into a smartly dressed day. now there was no return to the cozywarm scene, and she slowly turned her attention of the dream-shattering noise.