Jessica Bibbee

20081130

In aphorism, poetry, proverb on 20081130 at 16:01

One kind of fool eats a green apple today, unwilling to wait for the ripened tomorrow; another kind of fool waits for the ripened apple tomorrow, but goes hungry today.

《the light》
And the light of the midday
sun shone so brightly that even
the smallest shadow sought shelter
and was nowhere to be found.

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