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| ?Waves roar, crash, grumble and ripple laughter in retreat; drawing together sound and self to cast another story on the shore. of water under the bridge. Tiny trickles of the past join and rise to roar across my mind. Crashing, depleting, retreating. Preparing another memory for a journey onto the shore of revelation. Scattered seashells repeat the stories they have heard. Whorled upon by air they share, all that is known of life. Listen closely, listen carefully, not to miss a single sigh. Tales that noone will believe borne in water to the sea. Echoes of meaning found alone. Feeling a little lonely in an ocean of water under the bridge. ~1988 |
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