Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Sunday, November 1, 2015

W is for ... Weather

But weather doesn't really matter,
As long as we sway together.
Waltzing closer
With tunes of wind and rain.
As long as we weather
The fickle weather
Hand in hand,
It doesn't really matter.

Jenny Matlock

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