When distance is hard to judge,
Flesh becomes ethereal,
Transparent, blue.
The air has a liquid quality….
Movement a buoyant heaviness.
There is pressure from everywhere,
An undulating gravity.
The trudging of Agawela has sedate grace,
And tears become lost in the falling darkness.
I drink Blue September of the Sapphire Night.
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Agawela = Old Woman
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Ahhh refreshing green-blue leaves galore.
“I drink Blue September of the Sapphire Night”
That’s a gorgeous line, Bear.
I can feel it.
Hello.
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The Blueness requires just enough water vapor, but not too much, no golden or red sunset, no smoke, no dust, and no direct sunlight… then all is transformed
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Hello Eva. Thank you for the “like” on each individual photo. 🙂
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Wonderful wordsmith-ing!
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Thank you
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