BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.21, NAPOWRIMO

  Snow is no different to sun; it falls and we, in turn, slip silent under its blanket before it dissolves on skin  still tingling from its touch. I recall the heat we made every morning I wake up  and feel the caress  of the cold. All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly

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FLEETS OF TIME

  Touch tenderness such tenderness touch time such fleeting time tender the time we take to touch we touch so tenderly through fleeting time through fleets of time like sailing ships caressing seas amid serenity amid storms such storms stay the storms time will teach us what we can weather whether the waves will wash […]

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