a gentle and a kind gesture, no?

and what could be more fondly reminiscent than a child carrying a conch?

the white so starkly, blankly bleak about the carpet, as if it's empty,
and the landscape beside, and the mountains, and the rocks so warm. her shadow is like an inkblot, and is not right for her
and
neither are the dogs splotches
but why
the only thing not floating is a dog
almost stuck in a narrow tunnel
of reality at the bottom
but below the surface with light on you
ferry on
and let her weigh
the lite inside
a line