Tuesday, January 17, 2006
In the middle of the American continent, we are so far from the ocean that it is just a word. Ocean. A word for other people. But we have sky. And winter. This sky is dark with rippled clouds. They look like rumors of the ocean, echoes and imitations of a vast watery field somewhere else, in someone else's world.
copyright@2006 Jeff Beddow
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