Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Paragraphs

Sometimes smooth and rounded like a skipping stone. Skimming the water touching briefly, giving up some energy while returning to flight. Sometimes rough and angular. Each face at odds with the adjacent. Unique from every direction. Yet still one stone, one whole, one story. At rest or in flight.

Between a poem and a short story. A verbal photograph of a moment in time.

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