I see those articles as seeds, out-of-time compact flashes,
I plant them in the fields of blank pages.
The furrows of the pen pulled by my hand leave me with dry ink
and lift them up in front of my eyes.
So, growing occurs.
©FJ April 2024
Recueils / Participation/ Groupe De Pratique
Notes & Silence 
Yet, given your thoughts on concepts, on silence, has not the blank page, and the voids between letters and words, the greater meaning?
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