on in/significance
An attempt to find ones own place within a greater significance. To see the letters of your name trapped under the feathers of a birds wing, at rest or in flight. To hear disappointments repeated in the stones that grumble, thrown by the tide, again and again against the beach. To see hope sparkle, just for a second as sunlight catches moving glass. Rarer, to sense love - a snowflake, shadowed, falling before a full moon - casting a fortune set to melt by morning.
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I think this is what I've spent thirty years trying to say. I should have known the one who knows me best would find the words.
D. x
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