Sunday, November 29, 2009Wild HorsesCandlelight warms bright white walls as timid purple dusk peeks out over perfectly manicured hillside, dotted with big white houses. My vantage point makes them all look tiny, meant for dolls, and peppering the entire space … as if it was planned for me to look over them so they had to be spaced... Sign in to see full entry. |
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**peace** Photo by my friend Phil Easter of the northern San Diego coastline...most excellent...:)
On these virtual pages I explore the benefits of being crazy. Living life on purpose. Random musings of this nature, that look like poetry on occasion, appear in my poetry blog called "no mercy," linked below.
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