The verticality of the pines teases my spine into placating alignment. The undermyskin cellular processes refuse to follow my halting breath into momentary silence as I emulate the quiet that is so inborn in 130,000 drowned prayers.
01/05/2005
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Posted on 01/05/2005Copyright © 2024 Tom Goss
This really touched me. Thanks for posting it.
