Kindling




I was going to say that i was 
at the breaking point, but no.

I broke.  Like a wave.  
I was broken.  Like 
a tree still growing but 
weighed down by the 
snows of time and terror 
and change and inertia.

Life took me over its knee
and snapped me like a dried 
branch and i wondered what 
fire was it kindling with me?  
what fire shall we build together?
Will I rise there-after or will i blow 
away with the ash in the wind?






Phriday Photos: Jack Frost came…

…to play in the night…

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…and brought his favorite feathers…

(…man, that dude loves feathers…)

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…he brought maps of The Crystal Forests…

…and pictures of the Mashed-Up Pine Trees…

…and the Effervescing Diamond Caverns…

…he did some Ice-Surfing…

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…with his friends, The Phoenix…

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…and The Mysterious Pearl Dragon…

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(…who is rumored to be a Qilin…)

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…but too soon, the sun came up…

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…and he and his friends retreated to their cold, cold home…

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