Writing
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We’re heading to a sunset shooting cosmic light ten thousand streams of happiness not far from the swing of the foam more»
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Over the river the 'red' horse is munching under the fleur de lis tree its scarlet coat deepening ever slightly into the most daring of pinks... more»
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bird on a wire let me hear your song bird on a wire you can do no wrong for your singing is as love to me more»
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on the trail of window sills queen anne's lace stencils sun and shadow more»
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you draw pink and orange spring flowers kneeling on the concrete slab I experiment with charcoal sit on the cold glass table more»
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God said, 'I have Everything sorted' felt the download like an upload... more»
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try and describe the softest thing a tree's sheen of green in spring a cloud drifting - only blue behind - the breath of a new baby... more»
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sunless forests cut their losses that's them flouncing in pearl-soft cotton more»
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High classical trees that cool people who visit the science museum of Benjamin Franklin in the summer season and who loll on the grass with homeless people like lionesses while grand children play on the swans and the giant First Nation people at Logan Circle more»
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this feast of joy is working hills and clouds and trees like me are celebrating more»
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...'But it is the year's shortest day when anything can happen, miracles 'not a problem'. more»
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'...soon it was all moving mountains from here to there more»
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I got my hair cut On Saturday felt I had a winner... more»
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the starry cathedral sky scattered sparks of desert sand merged into an orange molten hand fingers coloured the gleaming night... more»
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it's a dead tree talking warming the living saying love is complete... more»