Tuesday, August 28, 2007

and the moon was a hole in the sky large enough for a whisper,

but too small for an escape.

There are moments you capture on photo, and those for which you put down the camera and stare wide-eyed and grateful. That's why the photo isn't sharp, but my memory is; standing out by the shimmering water, the thyme between the slate leaving speckled shade in the moonlight, the trees massaging the clouds with their bony knuckles, the air so sweet I could taste it with every breath.

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