stephen cosh has added a photo to the pool:
i was aiming for the guy standing on the bench on the right when i took this and never even saw the two guys with sticks. happy accident number 312!
stephen cosh has added a photo to the pool:
i was aiming for the guy standing on the bench on the right when i took this and never even saw the two guys with sticks. happy accident number 312!
stephen cosh has added a photo to the pool:
i was aiming for the guy standing on the bench on the right when i took this and never even saw the two guys with sticks. happy accident number 312!
SB Archer has added a photo to the pool:
n spite of the sureness of this ground and what I can see and the breath in my mouth and the love of my child,
In spite of the sorrow that blankets the sick, the poor, the lonely; my god, the lonely:all of us,
In spite of the fantasy of knowing and of faith and cynicism and secrecy,
In spite of my intention for good and my realization of that good,
In spite of the sun rising today, like a golden apple today, so perfectly warm and reliable,
the ground inevitably shifts and my eyes dim, and my breath rattles along like the clatter of a forlorn train in the night and even my son, I will betray in some critical way.
The ground I thought I knew will fall away and away I will fall, taken over this last edge, the falls. This wasn't here a minute ago. I know it. I don't know, I know that.
_________
the rest at www.bendlight.me/2011/07/part/
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SB Archer has added a photo to the pool:
n spite of the sureness of this ground and what I can see and the breath in my mouth and the love of my child,
In spite of the sorrow that blankets the sick, the poor, the lonely; my god, the lonely:all of us,
In spite of the fantasy of knowing and of faith and cynicism and secrecy,
In spite of my intention for good and my realization of that good,
In spite of the sun rising today, like a golden apple today, so perfectly warm and reliable,
the ground inevitably shifts and my eyes dim, and my breath rattles along like the clatter of a forlorn train in the night and even my son, I will betray in some critical way.
The ground I thought I knew will fall away and away I will fall, taken over this last edge, the falls. This wasn't here a minute ago. I know it. I don't know, I know that.
_________
the rest at www.bendlight.me/2011/07/part/
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SB Archer has added a photo to the pool:
n spite of the sureness of this ground and what I can see and the breath in my mouth and the love of my child,
In spite of the sorrow that blankets the sick, the poor, the lonely; my god, the lonely:all of us,
In spite of the fantasy of knowing and of faith and cynicism and secrecy,
In spite of my intention for good and my realization of that good,
In spite of the sun rising today, like a golden apple today, so perfectly warm and reliable,
the ground inevitably shifts and my eyes dim, and my breath rattles along like the clatter of a forlorn train in the night and even my son, I will betray in some critical way.
The ground I thought I knew will fall away and away I will fall, taken over this last edge, the falls. This wasn't here a minute ago. I know it. I don't know, I know that.
_________
the rest at www.bendlight.me/2011/07/part/
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SB Archer has added a photo to the pool:
n spite of the sureness of this ground and what I can see and the breath in my mouth and the love of my child,
In spite of the sorrow that blankets the sick, the poor, the lonely; my god, the lonely:all of us,
In spite of the fantasy of knowing and of faith and cynicism and secrecy,
In spite of my intention for good and my realization of that good,
In spite of the sun rising today, like a golden apple today, so perfectly warm and reliable,
the ground inevitably shifts and my eyes dim, and my breath rattles along like the clatter of a forlorn train in the night and even my son, I will betray in some critical way.
The ground I thought I knew will fall away and away I will fall, taken over this last edge, the falls. This wasn't here a minute ago. I know it. I don't know, I know that.
_________
the rest at www.bendlight.me/2011/07/part/
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SB Archer has added a photo to the pool:
n spite of the sureness of this ground and what I can see and the breath in my mouth and the love of my child,
In spite of the sorrow that blankets the sick, the poor, the lonely; my god, the lonely:all of us,
In spite of the fantasy of knowing and of faith and cynicism and secrecy,
In spite of my intention for good and my realization of that good,
In spite of the sun rising today, like a golden apple today, so perfectly warm and reliable,
the ground inevitably shifts and my eyes dim, and my breath rattles along like the clatter of a forlorn train in the night and even my son, I will betray in some critical way.
The ground I thought I knew will fall away and away I will fall, taken over this last edge, the falls. This wasn't here a minute ago. I know it. I don't know, I know that.
_________
the rest at www.bendlight.me/2011/07/part/
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SB Archer has added a photo to the pool:
n spite of the sureness of this ground and what I can see and the breath in my mouth and the love of my child,
In spite of the sorrow that blankets the sick, the poor, the lonely; my god, the lonely:all of us,
In spite of the fantasy of knowing and of faith and cynicism and secrecy,
In spite of my intention for good and my realization of that good,
In spite of the sun rising today, like a golden apple today, so perfectly warm and reliable,
the ground inevitably shifts and my eyes dim, and my breath rattles along like the clatter of a forlorn train in the night and even my son, I will betray in some critical way.
The ground I thought I knew will fall away and away I will fall, taken over this last edge, the falls. This wasn't here a minute ago. I know it. I don't know, I know that.
_________
the rest at www.bendlight.me/2011/07/part/
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SB Archer has added a photo to the pool:
n spite of the sureness of this ground and what I can see and the breath in my mouth and the love of my child,
In spite of the sorrow that blankets the sick, the poor, the lonely; my god, the lonely:all of us,
In spite of the fantasy of knowing and of faith and cynicism and secrecy,
In spite of my intention for good and my realization of that good,
In spite of the sun rising today, like a golden apple today, so perfectly warm and reliable,
the ground inevitably shifts and my eyes dim, and my breath rattles along like the clatter of a forlorn train in the night and even my son, I will betray in some critical way.
The ground I thought I knew will fall away and away I will fall, taken over this last edge, the falls. This wasn't here a minute ago. I know it. I don't know, I know that.
_________
the rest at www.bendlight.me/2011/07/part/
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SB Archer has added a photo to the pool:
n spite of the sureness of this ground and what I can see and the breath in my mouth and the love of my child,
In spite of the sorrow that blankets the sick, the poor, the lonely; my god, the lonely:all of us,
In spite of the fantasy of knowing and of faith and cynicism and secrecy,
In spite of my intention for good and my realization of that good,
In spite of the sun rising today, like a golden apple today, so perfectly warm and reliable,
the ground inevitably shifts and my eyes dim, and my breath rattles along like the clatter of a forlorn train in the night and even my son, I will betray in some critical way.
The ground I thought I knew will fall away and away I will fall, taken over this last edge, the falls. This wasn't here a minute ago. I know it. I don't know, I know that.
_________
the rest at www.bendlight.me/2011/07/part/
Please no banners.
SB Archer has added a photo to the pool:
n spite of the sureness of this ground and what I can see and the breath in my mouth and the love of my child,
In spite of the sorrow that blankets the sick, the poor, the lonely; my god, the lonely:all of us,
In spite of the fantasy of knowing and of faith and cynicism and secrecy,
In spite of my intention for good and my realization of that good,
In spite of the sun rising today, like a golden apple today, so perfectly warm and reliable,
the ground inevitably shifts and my eyes dim, and my breath rattles along like the clatter of a forlorn train in the night and even my son, I will betray in some critical way.
The ground I thought I knew will fall away and away I will fall, taken over this last edge, the falls. This wasn't here a minute ago. I know it. I don't know, I know that.
_________
the rest at www.bendlight.me/2011/07/part/
Please no banners.
SB Archer has added a photo to the pool:
n spite of the sureness of this ground and what I can see and the breath in my mouth and the love of my child,
In spite of the sorrow that blankets the sick, the poor, the lonely; my god, the lonely:all of us,
In spite of the fantasy of knowing and of faith and cynicism and secrecy,
In spite of my intention for good and my realization of that good,
In spite of the sun rising today, like a golden apple today, so perfectly warm and reliable,
the ground inevitably shifts and my eyes dim, and my breath rattles along like the clatter of a forlorn train in the night and even my son, I will betray in some critical way.
The ground I thought I knew will fall away and away I will fall, taken over this last edge, the falls. This wasn't here a minute ago. I know it. I don't know, I know that.
_________
the rest at www.bendlight.me/2011/07/part/
Please no banners.
SB Archer has added a photo to the pool:
n spite of the sureness of this ground and what I can see and the breath in my mouth and the love of my child,
In spite of the sorrow that blankets the sick, the poor, the lonely; my god, the lonely:all of us,
In spite of the fantasy of knowing and of faith and cynicism and secrecy,
In spite of my intention for good and my realization of that good,
In spite of the sun rising today, like a golden apple today, so perfectly warm and reliable,
the ground inevitably shifts and my eyes dim, and my breath rattles along like the clatter of a forlorn train in the night and even my son, I will betray in some critical way.
The ground I thought I knew will fall away and away I will fall, taken over this last edge, the falls. This wasn't here a minute ago. I know it. I don't know, I know that.
_________
the rest at www.bendlight.me/2011/07/part/
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