"In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal."
~William Penn, More Fruits of Solitude.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
The Wheat of Tomorrow
Body butter and sweet merengue pie Shake the dust off of lulled and sleeping thighs Up through the heart and into the brain Today's actions are memories' grain.
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