Sitting On The Rim

I brought a nasty bug home with me from my short visit with the kids. 

NASTY. 

I appear to be on the mend. 
SLOWLY.
If each day falls
inside each night,
there exists a well
where clarity is imprisoned.
We need to sit on the rim
of the well of darkness
and fish for fallen light
with patience.
Pablo Neruda
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9 comments

  1. Thank you Mary Moon! You know.
    xxoo
    Angella, it isn't my photo but it fit and I could find no link to it's origin. I cannot resist red shoes.
    Thank you.
    xxoo

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  2. I'm breathless from all of it — the photo/collage (is it Tearful's creation or yours?), the Neruda poem, etc. And I'm so sorry that you're sick. I hope that you're feeling better this evening.

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