In quiet hours...I am the
words.
And the page waits to
receive me.
Grateful to be filled.
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There comes a certain state - the world narrows, and narrows, and still more until at
once it disappears and the sharpness of creation is all that exist and the
confines of the hands and mind become a Genesis all their own.
2 comments:
Wow! "...the world narrows, and narrows, and still more until at
once it disappears and the sharpness of creation is all that exist..."
Meaningful and special.
Thank you Ana!
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