overweening personal ambition is no virtue;
but while i had it,
i could have danced on a bed of nails.
-joyce maynard-
2009/08/07
rural
i noticed the clouds were coming low, touching rolling mountain passes, across lowland trees and ricefields, soaring over humble houses and sun-burnt workers of harvest lands.
for a momentary shade and shower from the high noon sun, lowlands smiled.
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