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A little twist of fate,a wind blown seedborne on a transient zephyr breeze.Fair daffodil or dandelionit matters not,for both bear giftsthat glitter at..
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you never what you might find if you look. :))
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On reading; 'I am the only being whose doom,'by Emily Bronte.
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It is early and dew still adorns,but next door someone is already playing music,the sound spreading, being shared,dissipating the haze of morning.But ..
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It happens.
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It was a mile or more I came to walkon that small and winding track,'til the tree line closed out all aroundand there was no turning back.Such silence..
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I am not a great advocate of labels,my thought processes being more akinto the disinterest shown by cansof good value baked beans,to the cost of desig..
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He stalks as though it were the veld,claws unsheathed, yet lightly held;hugs the ground, then still unseen,he pounces, and I hear the scream,the takin..
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It starts earlier than you imagine.
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It is raining tonight,street lights capture shadowsdark as the night itself.There is sound, the clatterof high heels tip tappingto the beat of illicit..
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