Some things aren't true until you say them...
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02.11.2008 - 2:31 a.m. My favorite order is the kind you find in chaos. Like the whitecaps on the river, wild and disorganized, yet still hitting the rocks with visible rhythm, each spraying the same shapes across the low bridge before the college. Or the leaves and other debris in the wooded parts of the drive, skirling randomly across the blacktop like panicked, living things, but then organizing into leaf-and dust-devils that swirl their stately way across my path. Like the harmonic keen of the wind in the eaves. People call a lot of things beautiful. But that's what they're all made of. -stonebridge |