The wind sounds like waves crashing against this fragile shore. A crescendo of sound then the whish that is the falling on battered rocks. This house is a boat in the dark, my bed the life raft. I am still safe.
Head Above Water – Writing, Headspace, Creativity, Verve
The wind sounds like waves crashing against this fragile shore. A crescendo of sound then the whish that is the falling on battered rocks. This house is a boat in the dark, my bed the life raft. I am still safe.
Am loving these beautiful “micro blogs.” I am going to try this on my own blog, though I won’t do half so well.
Thank you so much. It’s all thanks to the river of stones project ariverofstones.blogspot.com I would not have been doing it otherwise. I just say what comes into my head. I will have a look at your blog to see when you do!
I love this, beautiful.
I love this one. You’re so good at these!
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