This is what I see…Felina Silver Robinson
A day well spent on a beach in nowhere land. Where time is endless. All beings have a perfectly shaped body, which you are welcome to view, but can’t touch. Looks are free, but touches could be life ending. Hovering overhead is a royally crowned heaven, reserved solely for special admittance. Who those guests are remains to be seen. That’s what I spy through these forsakenly forgotten sunglasses.
By Felina Silver Robinson