Whipped by cyclonic whirls, dry wintered oak leaves, became stuck between the floorboards of my deck, standing straight up like an array of multi-armed men sending semaphore signals to unknown observers. Signals going where? Hard to know, there’s no clue. Do our messages resonate what they were meant to be? Our words, when well … Continue reading Signals
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