Inky

There are days you dream of the fields just past the swimming pool on the edge of town. The grains would wave on the hills like the earth dreamt of being the ocean, and in that moment where you hung in the air above the water, the arc of your leap from the diving board having reached its apex, your arms extended like an airplane’s wings, your back arched, your toes pointed behind you- in that moment you stopped time and looked around, memorizing the world from the highest point in town, just above the lifeguard’s chair.
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So, until I get a real job going, I’m trying to make a dime any way I can. Including using words to entice folks to buy images. Think about it, maybe?

~ by Cole on October 31, 2009.

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