Frozen Fairy
"They teach physics, chemistry.
I throw my book out the window, watch the pages scatter like wings.
I stitch the professor's jacket to the back of his chair.
There is something else we were born for.
I almost remember it. While I write, a ghost writes on the same tablet, achieves a different sum"
Naomi Shihab-Nye.
My wife is an angel. Her garden whispers her name.
In the story Garden Whispers.
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On 9 January 2008 DIGITALightful gave props:
Beautiful image... I wish we could comment on essays and stories... I loved yours!
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