The steady drip
from the kitchen faucet
punctuates the silence
as I watch the steady rhythm of his sleeping.
Written for: Monday Musings: May 12, 2014 - Image Prompt
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Awareness in itself is healing. ~Fritz Pearls
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6 comments:
You are a master at painting a highly detailed image in my imagination with just a few short words. So love your work, Lettie.
Thank you Andrea. Your kind words mean so very much to me. :)
Wow love especially 'punctuates the silence' I can actually hear it! Xx
Thanks Debbie. :)
I like how the sound punctuates your work! You are the master of brevity! Hugs!
Hugs back...
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