Saturday, August 27, 2011

I climbed the teetering tower, stood over the river, and flew off.

I slowly fell downward.

The clear water gathered me in and pulled me through.

I could feel the comfort it gave as green weeds brushed my sides.

Sinking to the bottom I turned my body over to look up.

The sun glimmered through and comforted me through this passing.

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