Saturday, May 14, 2011

The way it goes...

Saw a flower whose ivory-grey petals looked like they were made of tempests. On closer inspection, they were simply muddied.

There isn't disappointment that some things only exists in the imagination. There is marvel that imagination exists at all.

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