Like two empty canoes we floated through narrow canyons of lost time oblivious of tall mountains hovering like dark foreboding giants waiting to pounce upon our reverie. But cold piercing rain came closing our solitude of memories replaced by a barren abandoned road wrinkled in empty time devoid of life but for sharp lightening filled unknown skies crashing down around us.
We are all just babes in the woods.
A deaf person who has been pleasantly stuck in a dimension between dream and reality, where my sign language turns into written poems.
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