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Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.


Monday, August 3, 2009

Story Bone

Misoverheard quotes:

"Waiting for the room to rise."

conversely

"Waiting for the womb to rise."

I didn't write down what the actual line was, but it most certainly wasn't either.

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