The Place

and so we come to it, the place: the place between yesterday and tomorrow where all our cocoon hopes wait to burst out wait to flare into iridescence that gift called the present where our dreams of home and longings for dawn to spill over the edge of the sky and drown us in intoxicating honey-light gestate, quiet chrysalises that kick expectantly at the whisper of the changing winds…
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Kambani Ramano

refusing to let history encumber him, Kambani has gone off to do something wonderful...

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