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Inseparable elements

The marriage of air & water — inseparable elements that reflect & recycle life.

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At the confluence of earth, ocean and sky

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During a rainstorm  all is awash  in one fluid motion. Trees and seaweed, sand and driftwood  dance together with  trembling grace, each gesture derived  from give and take. Elements churn and collide at the…

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Terraform by storm

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Raindrops distend from scores of swelling celestial abdomens. Cumulus umbilical clouds  channel oblong beads onto umbrellas, birthing belly button ripples in pools below, circumscribing rings around the root and marrow of all living things.…

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Breaking water

Well-endowed raindrops plunge peerlessly towards earth, impregnating puddles, sidewalks wet with glossy  sky-born  worth.

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Six parts, one place

Grass cooled by the chilly morn, condensing dew  on its tender blades,  swaying with the spring breeze, concocted by a spritely golden orb  which broke through haze to evaporate and thaw the frozen ground.   Tiny particles of warmth  nibble … Continue reading

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Stone shoulders

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Stones stacked balancing broad shoulders of this worldly-shell

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The air’s entrails

The air’s entrails scatter throughout the entire body of earth’s matter, settling snug on the shoulder of a bug, bitten by the wind’s pressing whip, force enough to crack an acorn for a squirrel, rustle down a collage of leaves, … Continue reading

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Morning dew askew

Droplets of dew tremble beneath the fir’s prickly boughs, their surface tension broken not by needles but by wind drawn from the earth’s subtle spin.

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