Words bubble to the surface like natural springs, head waters of mighty rivers. But now the hands of the writer are withered and dried; words blow through the arid desert like sand.
Wow! You know, I think I came here when you first posted a comment on my blog and I didn't find a place to comment. Like the first posts still appear to be. But look at YOU! This is awesome!!!
Words bubble to the surface like natural springs, head waters of mighty rivers. But now the hands of the writer are withered and dried; words blow through the arid desert like sand.
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Wow! You know, I think I came here when you first posted a comment on my blog and I didn't find a place to comment. Like the first posts still appear to be. But look at YOU! This is awesome!!!
I am going to spread the word.
Welcome.
xoxoxoxoXO, G
Exquisite. Withered, dried hands. The tools that convey not working, but the mind still does.
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