Each morning I wake with the energy of those dynamic eyes coursing through my psyche and I know we are all interconnected.
Seaside Rain, in the night
...fine more like heavy mist than rain ...rough sleeper curled under covers tucked in shelter on side away from rain will wake damp ...lone smoker cigarette glowing under shelter on side away from rain won't get wet ...me cycling singing in the rain forfeit shelter on way forget complaint about the wet
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River of Stones
River of Stones overflowing with enthusiasm. Lonesome pebbles seek rock to cling to. I'll toss my pebbles into the stream of words. Perhaps the current will carry them to your river.
Alison Amazed 