Friday, 18 July 2014

the unexpected gift

Shadow on a pale concrete slab. Unapologetically challenged by a slick ink droplet. My eyes intently soak in the collision, but my heart is left yearning. 
I want soft. Warm. Welcoming. 
The ink drop shifts, spilling a little to my left. I shift with it. And then I see.


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