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the golden fish
"let the beauty we love be what we do" rumi
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
footprints
the morning air is filled with falling snow - thick as porridge - blowing in shades of grey in the weak morning light, orange then pale yellow then grey in the light umbrella under the streetlamps.
a day for escape into other worlds . . .
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