Mapless Geographies
4.11.11
The Face Of A Stranger
Moving singular,
untangling the strings
within the bend
of an idea…
…when suddenly,
a silence opens up.
. . . . .
I'm free, yeah…
joy is rising!
. . . . .
I'M FEELING
BETTER!
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