I am in love with the hush of blank pages,
The sweet siren song of white space–
Waiting for imprints of thoughts leaving traces
Like jet trails and sea glass and a laugh-wrinkled face.
I am in love with the hush of blank pages,
The sweet siren song of white space–
Waiting for imprints of thoughts leaving traces
Like jet trails and sea glass and a laugh-wrinkled face.
Sea glass. Just those two words are so very evocative.
Wishing you every success with this…
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Thank you! Have linked to the Macaronis as well, since you folk are good for a chuckle and also inspiration. *grin*
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This is lovely. Congratulations on the new website and good luck with all your writting endeavors!
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