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     To this promise I can now speak freely,

     blindly,

     almost hopefully,

     for in a measure it is not

     binding on the days ahead.

 

     It has already been and wasn't, as

     what was stored in the room of

     triumph is now just a point of silence.

 

     But others spell out a similar dream

     in the once time past of

     memory, and in whose meaning we

     will all hold weeks into months."

 

     Now, with the counting of your locked

     and held present, secreted among the

     vision's encounter, a moment

     dawns on us:

 

     "Tell me your secrets

     and to me break all of your

     most inner promises."

 

 

 34. 

 



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  1. Mike HilerFebruary 18, 2021 at 4:39 PM

    Some years ago I tried to make some "cowboy" cups, imagining cowboy coffee steaming out of the open top,,, burlap suggesting feed sacks. I made around 15 of these, all of them have found new homes, hopefully folks still make cowboy coffee. Funny thing about the lot, they all accepted glaze colors in style, outside my efforts. So if you see one of these in the goodwill cup shelf, say "Hi".

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