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Post by anirbas on May 7, 2013 17:31:29 GMT -6
Kindergarteners know what adults have forgotten. It does not matter how bent the arrow let loose from a crooked bow
Each dart, must chart an individual course over the near distant horizon felled by gravity to land somewhere else from whence it flew.
Becoming something more than a spent fletch lying amongst lush emerald grasses- instead, a still life, a symbol of new beginnings and what may yet, come to be...
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Post by heartfelt7 on May 9, 2013 8:21:48 GMT -6
Ah - to be a child again and not care if the arrow is bent and the bow is crooked, just that they are "playing the game." Love this!!!
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Post by anirbas on May 20, 2013 0:19:52 GMT -6
Thank you, dear Heart. These days, I am finding, I am simply happy, "playing the game"...
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