Very nice. After reading this, I thought--"I know just what she means".
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The Eclectic Pen - time islands
By: Joyce M. (j3m) + 16 more
Date Submitted: 6/26/2008
Last Updated: 6/26/2008
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 56
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| Being up in the middle of the night is like being on a time island. The world shrinks to the spot you are occupying Sounds take on that white noise that water has; distant cars like distant waves The very same space at another time is open and vibrant and connected, that is now tiny, isolated and distant from other men. Islands are pleasant at times... |
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