Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Mud Words: November 16, 2015

Photo courtesy of Craig Sargent
She raised her glass to her lips.  And drank.  And listened.  Words of one syllable sank down into the mud.  She drowsed; she nodded.  The mud became fertile. Words rose above the intolerably laden dumb oxen plodding through the mud.  Words without meaning--wonderful words.

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