I note the blank stares returned to me when I mention a worn yet well loved fairytale and worry that cherished words, like stones, are sinking in the pond of our sight.
How lovely would it be to be snuggled up in a cave. Warm, fat and content to sleep away the winter, emerging out into the world once again when the Spring is anew.
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A RIVER OF STONES #28
How lovely would it be to be snuggled up in a cave. Warm, fat and content to sleep away the winter, emerging out into the world once again when the Spring is anew.
If you speak them out - they'll stay alive!
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