some. ones. become our skipping stones, make splashes, on our surface and sink deep. deep. deeply. inside us. we are not THE arm or THE toss.. but the water that resides in chiseled spaces. attempting the discovery of our reflection.
Andrew Tipton
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
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