A tale of intrepid beginnings, a nap and a flowery bloom of sorts. A story that left little Pete a changed snoozer and plenty awake for the flight of fancy soon to come.
One day, not so long ago but in a place, well not really a place (as our friends here were in transit – that means going from one place to another…
The Poetry of Theft
“The most sublime is the moment of death.”
가장 숭고한 순간은 죽음
Run to find some part of yourself yet undiscovered.
Entering a state of play
What shall we do today?
Join in some imaginative roughhousing,
a flirtation of fancy,
maybe a game… come out and play!
There is no pleasure
in having nothing to do;
the fun is in having lots to do
and not doing it.
– Mary Wilson Little
Twists & turns: the road of life is rife with wrong ways bad days, hinderance & hurdle, on the way to what? The great abyss is before me…
Chocolate
bare moon
death storm
summer delicate
sweet tongue
chanting
lazy
moment
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