Thursday, 6 October 2011

Miscellanies 19 - of that sweetness

Oh I have something of that sweetness again this morning, that sunlight which alights everything in its path. I cannot describe it nor can I contain it; its bubbling inside and futile to suppress. It is as a fountain which cannot be repressed, a bird that cannot be caged but must fly, it must fly for all to see. 


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