Friday, 17 February 2012

THREE SCORE AND TWELVE



If one terrestrial passing of the seasons gave us licence to speak a name of g-d, she could say all but one. Perhaps, as water ultimately met earth taking fire and air from life's blood, she heard the name crescendo. 
Beginninas a whisper by her nontemporal perfected self eternally singing YHWH.


This story is dedicated to Ester Webster.
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