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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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loss of human care
reduces heartful travel
use a better step
__ We are all that link, of our own... humane-moon's shadow. _m
Profound sentiments. Luv that you scaled it to the simplicity of greyscale
Much💛love
Hi Doug,
without family or friends. . .life would be desperately lonely.
Thanks friend,
adelaide
Hi Gillena,
Thanks. I thought that the blue sky coming in through the skylights was a distraction.
Glad you appreciate my editing.
adelaide
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