Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation.
|Grace in the arms of Haiti
Embraced by the arms of Haiti,
Grace twirls in a whirlwind of eddies.
She's Mexico bound.
Yet she stops to bathe on the beach in Jamaica,
dances to the beat of the waves against trees,
passes on by with a flick of her tongue.
She's westward bound on a mission
to prove the Aztecs and Mayans wrong.
The world doesn't end according to legend.
It ends when she says so.
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