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- the fairy hour
- late spring sky
- all you do
- each seed a moment
- front porch sandcherry blossoms
- this that i call life
- this is what i know . . .
- roads go ever on
- i know
- let the beauty we love be what we do . . .
- a light left on
- clocks
- the first condition of work
- and then a sunburst . . .
- a secret sky
- she said "purdy", well, i thought of al . . .
- where i go . . .
- beauty all around
- on my way home
- my mum!
- i talk to the wind - and i listen . . .
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- park bench
- golden fish
- the blogger as a middle aged man
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3 comments:
Waiting for a light breeze to gently send each fuzzy frond on its own adventurous journey.
could have been written for this weeks The Mag!!
but that i had known kay! steven
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