we count the words in our pockets, we wonder
how it will be without them, we don't
stop walking, we know
there is far to go, sometimes
we think the night wind carries
the smell of the sea...
-denise levertov
::to do::
climb a mountain
write a book
live and work in a foreign place
make a living on my designs
more later. the breeze is calling!
take care~
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