Friday, October 16, 2015

Ink less

Sitting in my past and no longer waiting.
Getting ready slowly, but not stalling in large sweeps of time.  The cliff is just around the corner and I...have broken thresh hold.

 A strong boundary held and strongly so.
It all continues to filter up.  For that which I am in need is less than what is give. Freely.  

Ink less, I'm hung out to dry...

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