DAILY PHOTO: Kingfisher on a Riverbank
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sole to cold earth: it's the only way i know the limits of this world. feet pressing into this globe are my tether to reality. any other way, and the world could stretch forever. the feel of my weight, popping to heel or ball: pronating & supinating, rolling & reaching, in dance or destruction -- feet leaving the cold earth always reorient to the planet.

clouds drift
over a granite dome,
and time slows.

the sun rises
down the valley:
peeking cautiously.
