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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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Adelaide, glad to see you!
__ My "storm" has become more quiet, ease.
blown fuse
in this night's new dance
a matched candle
__ Now, I've been musing into my stroked memory, and trying to retain most of my grand momories of that past; a grand collection of the better!
__ I Thank you Adelaide! _m
Lovely to hear from you, Doug. Memories are always tricky. My sister and I compare memories; often they are different. I think we all need a memory guardian, someone who can take over when we forget and prompt us to remember.
all the best to you
Adelaide
Are there ever enough words??
Nice one!!!
Much♡love
sometimes there are no words
Thanks for commenting on my posts, Gillena
Have a happy Sunday
Adelaide
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