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Nights in White Satin * It’s not just the music, the minor key plaintive sound or the voice, the anguished cry of loneliness and longing,...
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oh, this wind! it sweeps me past my gate then spins me home spring clean-up- in the sweat of hard work a settling peace solid gray sky- fors...
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such acts of nature
paint these rising fireworks
pendulum dancers
__ Your inventive words, Adelaide, brush each seer's mind painting; such grand thought__!
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Thank you, Doug.
This photo was taken before Covid, when I would endure a crowd to get a good photo.
Adelaide
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