March 31, 2007
Posted by xavier watson
Netfound poetics
I came across this while investigating the local tribe out here in Seattle.
In deep appreciation of those who shine…
…I raise high my glass of wine.
A patient smile can win you kin from strangers who have walked the mile to join the game. You tame the troubled, drifting hearts who wonder at the omniscient sifting. [...]



