RUBIES IN CRYSTAL Does language hover between my nerve endings and the world, or is language my skin itself? Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
omg, what a view!!
Days after that photo and it was a barenakedlady tree, sob! The final colours are so glorious. xo
Dancing over a rabbit warren in the roots of a green ash that was infected by the emerald borer and was cut down years ago, I wove my way up...
omg, what a view!!
ReplyDeleteDays after that photo and it was a barenakedlady tree, sob! The final colours are so glorious. xo
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