A Crooked Line
I am a crooked line; I do not like to measure. I know that calculated work is fine, but is there not a finer pleasure, rolling out like frayed twine?
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The Little Bird that Flies
The little bird that flies beneath the puffed up sky owns the gift of life and the pleasure of God’s eye.
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