Freeing Words from Their Cages
Poetry and Mini Memoir Journal Entries
Monday, August 15, 2011
Slowly swinging back and forth
the cool winds rocked the hammock like a cradle
six rays of light cut through the clouds.
the wind didnt move them.
it must be peaceful up there, not icy cold and lonely
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