Striking Distance

The clouds in the sky form pictures of scandal and impression.  The striking of the monster creates heat and terror, but the glow beams are content to streak across the lightened sky.  The rain begins to fall and washes over the remembrances of yesteryear.  Change is coming and the rise of the tide is now in bloom.  The structure of nature takes place like a photograph while dancing naked under the full moon.  When all of the world is an empty pallet, a new picture can be born.

-Amy the brave

The caterpillar

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