We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
wind-surfing coolness, tubular soft and sometimes loud music from cacophony sweet and salty mesmerizing notes sometimes no breeze for many days waiting on parade silent hangs for new command garbled voice, but something to say through dancing joy in trees muttering organ of the air metal seems so cold, but cold wind warms its tongue books have covers chimes have stains inside speaks to world by Jay O'Toole on February 16th, 2018 |