I Spoke Softly I lose myself tonight in the throes of conflicting metaphor. I spoke softly to a perfect gentleman who lives for small lights after nightfall, told him Inspiration curls my toes, that from rocks I find gold enough to make lemonade, and that in the time it takes for planets to approach each other almost close enough to touch, the universe will hold the same sky, that same velcro tapestry into which God playfully tossed His silver. The same can be seen and held lofty by anyone. Beth -- ╭─────────────────────────╮ │"To spell out the obvious is often to call it in │ │question." -- Eric Hoffer │ ╰──────────◇ http://dale.distract.org ◇╯ --

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