by - March 26, 2011

Escape to the fringe.  Morning sky hung with fire and ice.  Caught in silence.  Hung suspended between gravity and this peaceful rest.  Eyes closed.  Held in sweetness.  Held in peace.  A brink on the hemline of heaven.

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