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We think of angels as foreign and distant,a statue at a cemetery, a story in a book,but to stand in the silence of morning,at dawn when fog has settle..
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I am alone watching the light recede from my path as if
swallowed,
Then, there is the moonlight on uneven pavement,
In..
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work in progress
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Evening air, a peach haze,birds forget play for a whileseeking shelter deep in an oak tree,Union Pacific screeches by,then, silence.Even the trees are..
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"free write" need to edit. ...
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just a little free write. I should probably wait to post, but I post anyways.
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little free write. needs work.
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Free write
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Staying the night in Ibiza
A spray of stars across the sky
Café umbrellas in bloom below my window,
Th..
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I followed Alessandra up to the terrace as her Blue
Russian cat, Regalo, hurried behind me. The French doors leading ou..
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