Dock to the Unknown
“These unexpected gifts of magic still continue
their source as mystifying as ever
whether the “face” before me
Is human, cloud, ice, fire…”
– Minor White
An approaching storm
Beauty….or Fear?
a choice
Walking forward, not able to see what is at the end of this dock
this day
this life
We can choose to see the light…or darkness.
I choose the magic.
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