An English In Kentucky


















Tuesday September 6th 2011    Tim Candler

   Could be that sometimes the ether moves around a body in a manner designed by the giant carpet maker to pull sense out of threads that can dream.  But where would we be without those nightmares that haunt beyond sleep and so leave a person trembling well into the afternoon.

     Frail we are, and rightly so.  Otherwise we would sit like trees and watch the forest burn.  All the same I have to wonder where the true things are, and too often I have asked whether trees are wiser than I am, because too often I am caught in spider webs.

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