7.09.2016

july all fall down


heat then wind then gray skies and baby bits of rain. earlier this week the whoompf of fireworks, the following morning the rumble of thunder. this morning sunshine, heat coming later, breezy breezes blowing through the open door.  leftover leaves and camellia blossoms.  my standing place.

i was gonna say more but no. it all falls down.
i think that's enough.  

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8 comments:

  1. There is only the rhythm, and nothing more; we don't need plot, we don't need people in our stories, the rhythm is enough.

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    1. they are, after all, our stories. no rules.

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  2. Replies
    1. continuing to do so. becoming more than enough.

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  3. baby bits of rain... baby bits of words. so perfectly lovely. xx

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  4. "It all falls down."

    Yes.

    But we have to get up again. Over and over... Tiring though it may be....

    Yes?

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