Udpate from Grace
A small ship became a large ship as the sun went behind the 10 story ice cubes. S. Silent cry—dreams stay in place between the ice blocks. If you can’t see them, they can’t hear you. If they can hear you, they can see you. Neither works on this small-ship-turned-large.
Small-boat-turned-large, camel through the eye of the needle. 3 points plus an anchor in between the massive ice cubes through the night, the rain, the snow, the gale force winds. We rocked the ropes—-but Ezziedanced the ropes and landed gracefully atop the zodiac-gone-360 in a flash.
Today, is Antarctica. Up until today, who can really say where we’ve been.
Today is icy wind and blowing up a gale. We hardly know where we’ve been before but the small-boat-turned-large is buttoned down by the 3 magic points.
Tomorrow is new magic, new time, space, unlike today.
