Thursday, September 18, 2008


Delicate like the aged or the child's hand - both old and new at once: a newspaper article and the ancient wood it is written upon.

Segmented like the sand of the seashore and yet as a collective whole it offers the beauty of a beach.

The dust of a moment becomes a raindrop, becomes a puddle, becomes a creek, becomes a river: collecting and moving and always increasing...

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