Echoing babble

We might invite the generations into creative acts of story and poetry. Suggestions can travel, echo from mountaintop to hillside, unheard in some valleys. We may make our special language, a babble only we two know. What can I grasp of your ways and you of mine? Yet.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on November 14th, 2020 | No Comments »

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