postcard from colorado (7.4.08)

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she whispers in the green and the wind and the rippling, tinkling water. she whispers to remind me of her true voice.

she whispers in the background of the words spoken by another. she whispers to help me see that all is at it should be.

she whispers in the whirring as the pedal is pushed to the floor and the fabric moves with each stitch. she whispers to remind me who i am.

she whispers as i look out at the purple, full, encompassing clouds above the mountains. she whispers to help me see who i want to be.