Sunday, February 28, 2010

Stepping Word Stones

If I was a little forest elf crossing a dangerous river by jumping from stone to stone, these are what the stones would say for the last 12 months:

blazing
growling
fighting
grasping
shattered
severed
stomping
summiting
grieving
praying
healing
aching
loving
tethered
cherished
held

I'm across that river now and on solid ground. Oh my, what a wonderful enchanted forest I've happened upon.

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