Silence, quiet, the long
absence, the end
of the echo.
Here is the hollow,
the carved out portion,
chambers emptied.
Buried in the muddy
bottom, stilled, calmed,
sounding no more.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
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A place for writers to find refuge when doubt and rejection have trapped them in the underworld. Writing and works in progress by Mary, as well as some photos of travels.
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