Guest guest Posted March 8, 2003 Report Share Posted March 8, 2003 When what's uncounted can be counted out in a morning recollection of all things. When the one that sings who and when and why is forever on the wings in the forest and the sky. Tightening a blindfold, growing old, measuring a distance to the heart, who is never never lost by the one who does not say goodbye? Who will be around, who is present to tell why silent grace is only recognised when found? Just like that, it must be why. Alan Attachment: (image/jpeg) DSCF0008abc.JPG [not stored] Attachment: (image/jpeg) t111.JPG [not stored] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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