pond willows
a slight movement
in the algae
AHG
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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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green of life
enframes we all
bleu ciel
__ Often, mind's-images are... our next (only) step. _m
Nice one
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Thank you Doug and Gillena
Happy to hear from you
Adelaide
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