As ashes are the shadow of smoke, …
Jack Collom
up at 7, dress & cook an egg …
Surrounded by bone, surrounded by cells, …
It is all kind of lovely that I know …
"When one is seen gliding through the woods and close to the observer, it passes like a thought, and on trying to see it again the eye searches in vain; the bird is gone." …
Why & what is sweetness all alone? …