With each storm the pond
rose higher, spilling onto
nearby land. The pond,
like us, can only hold so
much before it overflows.
JDG
With each storm the pond
rose higher, spilling onto
nearby land. The pond,
like us, can only hold so
much before it overflows.
JDG
Reblogged this on Aroil in Pain and commented:
I don’t often reblog, but this resonated so strongly for me in terms of containers, and vessels, and capacity, and excess. Truly a metaphor on many levels beneath the still surface of an overfilled pond! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
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