Trace BBs as they kiss the luminescent peak of waves; parabolic explorations observed by a bright eyed boy cognizant of the limits of their destructive power. See them arch through the midday malaise-- Tuesdays wasted in repetition, that's the state of this young boy's heart. Here is now and is forever, never mind the decades that slip past and the many meetings with one mind.
I love the imagery – and while we say we should leave the past behind, it still exists within us.
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Indeed it does V.J., indeed it does.
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Parabolic Explorations would be a great name for a band!
Thanks for the follow. Glad you popped in because now I found this site!
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Haha, indeed it does! Welcome friend
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