August wind

Still life goes back to a beach of sounds when the sea pretended nightly silence while all the time talking high in trees.

Still life remembers men in their eyes remembering mothers in their stillness as if they are materials lying about like wood logs waiting to turn houses .

While moms turn fire in essential timber their stillness is gone with the August wind.

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