I adore them, how they offer landing for our thoughts. Though, every now and then, a word or two shimmies to the end to dive off into the great unknown with olympic-like alacrity and style. When they
"Whose poetry do you read?" This question beckoned, like her prompt, "Come with me, into the field of sunflowers." I could see their brave spines and burnished disks, simply standing tall. I could see
As you stretch one arm up in the air, the other side of your body immediately responds by offering a graceful and meandering line, composed of pointed toe, hip sway, and shoulder dip, over and over ag
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