The sun rises over the pineforest. In east, color heavens light sky pink. To sleep is impossible the glowing! Cannonball spins fast in the stomach; Taking the scorch on. Out in the mild calm aim. Start o run infuriated on unknown- Tracks. Known and unknown plants becomes- In the increasing light mighty beautiful almost- Divine. […]
via “THE TRACK” — Ellie Belfiglio
Kimberly Townsend Palmer 