It's all a matter of language and place:
each ripple of the water
leaves traces
as they fade,
inevitably,
from the surface.
So many skiffs have traversed the shore,
seeking companions;
stargazers, with compass in hand.
Each day,
truly is a journey.
The landlubber sees beauty in this.
`x~William. copyright~6/12/09
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This landlubber definitely does.
Erin~~Back at'cha!:)Thanks.
So true...how are you my friend?
Missing you x x x
Dear Alison~My depression has been kicking me around a bit....hanging in, and doing all I can. Love you.
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