Of poetry and sand….

I’m smitten, fresh in love with the sweet,¬† tender brilliance who designed breeze and feathers and muscadine¬†grapes and the way sunlight dances on water and calls to the questions in me, calls them churning and tumbling from my muck into the soothing,¬† sorting flow of a cold river running deep and true, whispering me awake…

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