Autumn

Turned on its' side- a rectangle of brimful puffed edgeless maelstrom. Vapid. Static. Desirous of flight in the guise of a guileless squawking flier a black eyed fish became me and found water. Having scrambled, scrabbled and floundered out of the surf a beached bride watched the other end of her veil twisting in the breakers, miles of gossamer rhomboid strung netting expanding as it extended with its' broad tail flicked sub sea skin. Translucent, rosy bronze crayfish hung from the hair of her forearms where their tendrils shimmied. Small air bound pike snapped around her...

citygirl

hum ....thinking....file 13...I suppose that is right as I have no idea what this is all about....or, just a thought, add more in a revision......

feels like a conglomeration of words.....

The Backward OX

In years past I'd seen junk e-mails like this. Thousands of words of meaningless gibber in one e-mail.

Altho' I must admit the its' is a new approach to an old problem.

Maybe there's a virus hidden in there somewhere.

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How Beautiful it is to Do Nothing, and then Rest Afterwards . . . . . Spanish proverb