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Bubbles

Childish the idea of blowing bubbles outside after rain

Each landed and stuck

Early glowing evening multiplying bubbles that held themselves and us on and on

Enchantment of light and place holding each bubble like magic breaths with no need to breath or change

Suspending and expanding our childish selves over and over once and forever back then

from 2012 — Bill Eberle

January 21, 2012     © 2013, Bill Eberle