A River of Stones- 1.13.11 January 13, 2011Cara Holman Prose 3 Comments i wake with the fragments of last night’s dream still clinging to me, like tiny bits of egg shell About these ads Share this:FacebookTwitterLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...
Thanks Kim. I used to remember all my dreams clearly, but now generally all I am left with in the morning are tantalizing fragments. Reply
I agree with Kim! This is polished and lovely. You have written some terrific stones here. There are so many on the site, I am having trouble keeping up. I guess I am watching whatever rock skips my way! Reply
You describe with precision and uniqueness a universal experience. Clever!
Thanks Kim. I used to remember all my dreams clearly, but now generally all I am left with in the morning are tantalizing fragments.
I agree with Kim! This is polished and lovely. You have written some terrific stones here. There are so many on the site, I am having trouble keeping up. I guess I am watching whatever rock skips my way!