Tuesday, October 7, 2014
The Ocean is on Fire
The water laps quietly, repetitive
The ocean is on fire
The sun setting on the horizon
Reddish orange creeping below
The flat and the clouds
Igniting the reflective landscape
Transforming it; undulating
Pushing, pulling, glistening, sparkling
Wave after wave
Stoping continuance until
The last word is written
You yearn for the sunset again
To be encased in the warm burn again
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Friday Music - Emilia
After what happened on Tuesday... I've been told not to expect too much sleep this weekend. Some people are feeling like having a party....
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I was a guest speaker, and the group was already two wine bottles in. It became more of a back-and-forth with the audience. Okay, even I...
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After last weekend, I strained my back. Seriously, I can barely walk. Good job, team!
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Still healing. Talking it slow. There is something nice about taking quiet time when everything is always hectic.
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