i’ve been hushed.
my avid proclamations of self lowered to a mumble, and then to silence. i felt life stirring, the pulling of the undercurrent. so i let my little hands release the banked branch to which i had been holding. the river cradled and carried me away in its fluid arms.
tumbling, spinning, dancing underneath the surface of the water.
a soundtrack reverberates through my soul. raw banjo melodies, harmonicas and reedy voices.
something has changed. everything has changed.
I had a flashback to our creative writing class when I read this. I'd give it an A.
ReplyDeleteI have a Diana just like that, but I also have like 3 rolls of film waiting to be processed. I love that little plastic camera. -- Wyetha
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ReplyDeleteand yeah, wyetha, i have sooo many rolls of film i still need to develop! this is my first with the diana though so we'll see how they turn out!
Sharalee + i changed my buttons + check for the new codes + and thanks SO MUCH for the add + you have made my day.
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