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Where I was
The unplanned ending as events unfold,
Bitter seaons and fields of grain.
The blind have no horizon,
The blades of grass rustle and break.
The unplanned ending as events unfold,
Bitter seaons and fields of grain.
The blind have no horizon,
The blades of grass rustle and break.
The blind have no horizon?
The blind have no horizon? almost makes me wish I knew what it was like not to see like everyone else. You've made us know a state of mind...this is another great one. I like your style.
*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james
No Horizon
Here is a new and fresh notion. Visualization of that which is impossible. Nice! ~A~
Limitless, right?lol
Limitless, right?lol