Sunday, March 01, 2009

An angel at my table


Teacher training group in Sydney, 2009.





The light that burned incandescent
Now an ember
Gone
Posted by at 1:11 PM

1 comments:

May said...

An angle is right next to you. Can't you see? Once you call her then she flyes to you, being proud of herself... that's the way she lives as your angle.

5:21 AM

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