like silk for weather

August 26, 2014 § 1 Comment

The dog slips out, the morning slips in. The stagnant space of completed sleep is slowly flooded with a cool, wet-like vapour that falls on my face like the finest of silks.



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§ One Response to like silk for weather

  • Isobel Terry says:

    As I read I sense my skin. The outer layers where cells are formed and shed. I am form in a boundary of change.

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