I saw a sound. It rattled the bones of the last days of a time. That time of frayed signposts. Or times. The time was current. The time moved past futures. The time was possible, and all of us at stake. Now I watch for it everywhere, in hope of hearing. It is everywhere, but my eyes are not so good, having been too thoroughly trained by all that would erase her appearance.
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I appreciate your unique voice and verse Stacey.
Brad, this kind note gives me a real smile in the middle of a tiring week. Thank you, friend. 🙏Wishing you a great week!
Yumm!