How soft we tread when lines are few

Half a page could never do nor fill the quota set by words that so demand a grander view of all their trees and all their birds. Yet even I who never flew (the less that’s said the more that’s heard) know half a page could never do nor fill the quota set by words.

17 July 2009

Playing with formWriting and creativity

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