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i am awash in a sea of pretty pictures
and no one can save me from myself
so i built this tiny boat
from matchsticks and ribbon
with seven layers and five sunsets
and three extra blankets
i don’t collect things anymore
especially dust
and there can’t be two of anything
because i only like odd numbers
but i see everything there is to see
floating in these waves, every color
interspersed with black and white,
all leading to a shore I cannot reach
at least not without stopping
1,457 times to say
how beautiful
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April 12th, 2013 at 9:37 am
yes….how…
April 12th, 2013 at 11:23 am
I loved this, there is a gentle acceptance of everything here, and beside the lyrical imagery, there is beautiful, sweet gratitude.
April 12th, 2013 at 12:27 pm
Oooh I’m all about the blankets, is there room in your tiny boat for me?
April 12th, 2013 at 2:22 pm
i particularly love the one thousand four hundred fifty seven times…
in fondest, tilda
April 12th, 2013 at 5:38 pm
beautiful, and I am in love with the photograph too.
April 12th, 2013 at 7:24 pm
i read this morning and fell in deep love with that matchsticks & ribbon tiny boat, and this evening i see that love remains. it must be true love.
this reads like a child skipping down the road. just fabulous.
April 13th, 2013 at 12:25 pm
how beautiful, indeed… 🙂
April 14th, 2013 at 4:31 pm
Ha, I had that feeling a couple days ago travelling through Colorado. So much beauty and so many people rushing past it or sucked into a screen, not seeing.