Monday, June 20, 2011

a state of transience

i move easily now. at the passing of the three month mark i feel weights at the ends of my feet swinging me  forward with each step, now all i have to do is follow their lead with a gentle curiousity.
the sky has cracked and broken the drought, ushering in the wet. my palms turn upwards, and my skin has never felt so ready to receive the rain.

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