Eaglecrest

Apr 08, 2012 03:30

I remember slipping from the chair and into the face of the mountain where the wind was bright and breath shallow. Everything here was blue and white and fell away not in increments but immediacy. Right there was suspended in a stillness that still echoes like a sunspot, sliding away just as I reach to touch it ( Read more... )

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hekidanjo April 9 2012, 16:44:43 UTC
When you life outlook shifts gears, it always seems to bring creativity with it. :-)

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symmetrian April 9 2012, 20:10:57 UTC
Yeah, I'm a little predictable. And this wasn't as clean as I would have liked, but felt good to write something (even something short)

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serraphina April 10 2012, 03:01:25 UTC
Always good to see you writing my friend. Miss you. Totally my fault. I've been hiding out.
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