lingered rubydee ...at the idea of plunging face first into the ocean preferring to savor the delicious coldness licking at my toes in small spurts... as the waves tumbled each other and over stones resting at my feet. 011127 ... Whitechocolatewalrus My eyes lingered upon the stone wall Wondering what lay beyong the aging crevices Were there purple llamas Or flying fish? Did people talk crazy talk and laugh at floating hair balls? Would the clouds be green and the grass be white? (and on the other side would the wall be as fascinating as it is where my eyes do linger?) 031110 what's it to you? who go blather from