Solar Sister

Full of whispers (by Milamai)

Poetry of Water (by Milamai)

Let’s dance (by Milamai)

I’d like to live a slower life. The weather gets in my words and I want them dry. Line after line writes itself on my face, not a grace of age but wrinkled humour. I laugh more than I should or more than anyone should. This is good. But guess again. Everyone leans, each on each other. This is a life without an image. But only because nothing does much more than just resemble. Do the shamans do what they say they do, dancing? This is epistemology. This is guesswork, this is love, this is giving up gorgeousness to please you, you beautiful dead to be. God bless the weather and the words. Any words. Any weather. And where or whom. I’d never taken count before. I wish I had. And then I did. And here the weather wrote again. (with thanks to wood s lot)

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Trick photography on speed

help it’s too cute

Fuego volcano eruption by DiegoRizzoPhoto on Flickr.

Volcanic Cloud , Thailand