The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite and builds a road into Chaos and old Night, and is followed by those who hear him with something of wild, creative delight.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, poet
Image: David Monje
The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite and builds a road into Chaos and old Night, and is followed by those who hear him with something of wild, creative delight.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, poet
Image: David Monje
Sounds like the aftermath of the recent Michigan protest
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Reblogging this to my readers at sister site Poetic Justice
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Reblogged this on M o o r e z a r t.
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brilliant
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