A Poet's Journal: March 4th, 2015
There was a swoop in the air and, thinking it the wind, noticed a flock of song-birds passing over. It is strange to wonder then, how many times we may say something with one intention in mind, but provide suitable ground for other unconscious actions. When the birds pass, they do not think they are the wind, nor even birds.
Douglas Thornton
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