Cassandra’s Tears

Tears of joy, tears of pain, we are reflected in the salt-water pools we create. So let us build a fleet of paper boats and sail them on our ocean of indecision, laughing at the wind-whipped white-crested waves that would wash over us, drowning us in our own despair, yet somehow never vanquishing us in the end.

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Location: Lennoxville, Quebec, Canada

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Cywydd llosgyrnog

When the weather is warm and fine
I hang my laundry on the line
In the sunshine till it dries.
The sounds of nature soothe me there.
Fresh smells of laundry fill the air;
A bird lands there, then it flies.


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