The world is a book and those who do not travel read only a page.
this far or further, I need to know.
And your hand is held open, intentionally.. or just what I want to see?
I don’t normally beg for assistance — I rely on my own eyes to see.. but right now you make no sense to me.
I can be the right notion in the meantime, warm you like the sunshine.
... Stand in the light.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map