Friday, April 17, 2009


By the time you read this, I'll be in stranger climes, drinking wine and tasting the sea salt that's settled on my lips each time I sip.  I might even be relaxed.

Travels (by kzmiller)

The drift, the swift lift, the breathless drop away
The sea, the bright sky, the boisterous, idle play
To wander, to see
emerald, sapphire and gold
To listen, to be
more than can be told 
All in the moment, today
Tomorrow we'll go another way

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