Tuesday, May 29, 2007

In the Breeze

Maryanne stuck her head out of the passenger side and gulped down air, mouth open, shouting into the sun gliding toward the meridian, and Maryanne's head filled with love for the beatific nature of the near and far world, stretching horizon to horizon, sunrise to sunset, turning through the cold melancholy of space, and, to her, seeming much more a ball of energy than the far off combusting sun.

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