Wednesday, September 07, 2005


they gave us small pieces of wood for writing down fears, gratitudes, confessions and forgiveness which grew anonymous in the sheer mass of all these fervent hopes but when the temple went up in flames, the smoke billowed out over the desert and everyone mentioned began to dream in color. Posted by Picasa

2 Comments:

Blogger Russell CJ Duffy said...

and oh what colours. bitter vemillion. sweet charteuse. lupine ochre.

12:34 PM  
Blogger doriandra said...

you know.

7:40 AM  

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