Once on our nighttime farm on a moonlight walk
the clouds pushed by a big western wind
became a school of whales swimming hard
across the cold heavens and I finally knew
that we walk the bottom of an ocean we call sky.
(Jim Harrison)
shared with art for fun friday
artistic clouds!
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RépondreSupprimerOMG luv luv the mini story
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Cool!
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