turquiose_and_copper fyn gula Collected in his pocket, bound upon his wrist, the ring on his finger, vestiges of a life he once knew. touch the turquoise and caress the copper, remember warm sunlight and brown skin, little children with ivory white smiles laughing because he was American. he knew nothing of Ecuador, nothing of a world far away, until he opened his mouth and they heard a bird sing. When you opened your box of treasure, they forgot to listen for the school bell, and lingered, stealing your lunch until they were hungry, eating words and drinking love. they would have went home but they found they were already there. 000207 ... camille bound around my grandfather's wrist like his wisdom through the ages tobacco'd fingers rolled cigarettes like logs tobacco he himself had grown. Fingertips parched like lip i watched as white sentences formed and detached his breath that scrawled endlessly carrying messages through me that were there before he spoke, he shook and awakened them like peace pipe smoke signal and cloud his clouds traveled and made silhouetted thought that held hands with wisdom doing this strong dance called flamenco that tapped towards me opened my closed eyes to see 000207 ... unhinged always beautiful together 200917 ... lemon_soda Absolutely. Reminds me of earth and sky. I also like it with silver. 200917 what's it to you? who go blather from