I am small, a diminutive force of perpetual energy, slipping through the gradients of time—sediments and silt smooth, encrust, and contour against all in its path, including me. I am made of the earth, but I do not belong to it, as much as the might of its elements erode into the chemical composition of my existence, it cannot breakdown the phenomenal pattern of my enzymatic nature.
I am universal.
I rebuild.
I transform—adapt.
This planet is my womb, the confluence of our dynamism progresses the very nature of my destiny, a footprint in galactic sands, vanished but possible, somewhere—always. The big bang was big, but not by macrocosmic entropy, but by microcosmic volatility.
I am small.
Extraordinary.
Eternal.
I am life.
Very nice…with a universal message.
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I AM blown away. This is surreal and truth and extraordinary. I would recognize your writing voice anywhere, Erin. Amazing.
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You are
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Damn. You are a master.
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Beautiful – and so perfectly meshed with that photo!
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Vast in its ideas and notions yet reserved enough to remind us all that we are indeed puny in the universe. Trippy … Especially after a few ;)
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Excellent Erin. Simply excellent.
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This bang was big. very BIG. and out there as in way out there.
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"I am" moved. These words are like scripture.
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Very well done. That's one of those bits that I'm going to come back to whenever I am stuck for inspiration. Thanks for sharing.
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You have a fantastic gift for words Erin. Thanks for this treat.
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A force of perpetual energy indeed. This was mind-blowing.
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What Paul said, Erin. That was awesome. Regards, David.
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Yep, you are extraordinary, indeed. Having trouble finding the right words here cos "WOW" doesn't seem right, but the best I can do!
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