Report, if you have a problem with this page“ Then, as a single snowflake flares and flickers upon voicing its final breath, so two eyes make silent conversation with mine. A face as iridescent as candle-fire purls verse and poetry. My eyes read her every intent as a wave of recollections floods my senses. ”
Craig Froman
From : An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
