Dear Mr. Reeder:
In the back of my mind echo his words, "Every day is a journey, and the journey itself home."
Later tonight, I'll embark on a journey through the land of melting clocks, and, hopefully, I'll be back in shape on July 4th.
If I get lost in the labyrinth of colors, please come find me somewhere outside the lines of my thought.
a spring dream:
one by one, rhinos
turn into poets
May 11, 2012
Published in AHA: The Anthology
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