It was chance that threw your apropos phrases in my path. I bent down to pick them up, to peruse them, to mentally cuddle their meanings, mouthing them surreptitiously, and then I realized I was floating light as feathery sound, resounding with new-found joy. Though words are limited and slippery with myriad meanings, your words had tints of grace, timbre of magic, a sheen of elixir. When your physical being matched the intent of your lofty language, I rejoiced from finding a long lost friend from some other life.... {atsea @ Copley Sq. library workshop 6/27/2013; prompt/cue word: "chance"}
Posted on: Fri, 28 Jun 2013 04:05:19 +0000
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