through the fire smiling gently
maybe from the storm you'll come dancing out standing in the ashes of smiles long burned and ground to dust. maybe it means more if you climb through it wade into the fog and come out quirky from the wreckage. maybe it's magnificent if your arms and eyes and hands and feet touch barely the soil (toes tickling the earth) and still end up laughing.
2008-02-29 | 10:56 a.m.
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