Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Magnets...

She stood beneath the moonbeam, taking on the silver skin of lunar light's doing. Beyond her was the magnificence of a lake so serene, and yet so explosive with supreme instances of the very existence of beauty in the world--and still, I had difficulty keeping my eyes from hers.

3 comments:

Jill said...

wow. that's beautiful

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**BeGeCcA** said...

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