Crackling The sun is too far to make sense of its shape but the fallen leaves have sharp edges, enough to cut my skin if I choose. . The danger is not in where I go, but how I get there. And I am so open. Advertisements Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
