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From the Miocene, thirty seven million years of primal memoryTell me that, I am survival.Convergentfrom strong gulls, hesperornithes, grebes,…B..
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Meandering in my mind, musing…Sibilance of waves wash gently, peacefully,Realizing I need no more than this,I count the wonders and blessings b..
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Quicksilver lives, like glistening waves,Unrelentingly forming, cresting, diminishing, receding,Like notes on an ever-moving scale,On ever-turning pag..
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Quote by P. B. Shelley…
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To find a pure place, an oasis in life,Limited neither by earthly boundaries nor spiritual ones,Nor time, worry, want or discord…is to find par..
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Taking time in the midst of chaos,To listen to the soft music of the day,Hearing sounds in gentle air,Before they are lost in the rush,The ceaseless c..
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All points coalesce in this place.Eyes that have seen much,Reflect pure sunlight on dazzling water.Musing calligraphy writes words of gratitude,On a r..
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Diamond-tipped ripplesBedeck the lake surface,Like a necklace of sparkling prisms,That enhance the emerald green,Tourmaline green,Of the distant pine ..
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Adirondacks nestle the tiny town of Inlet.All around it is a historyOf logging, hunting, boating, pioneering,Settling, surviving and staying.The lovel..
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Fresh breezes cross the light-dappled lake,Clearing cobwebs and cicatrixes in its wake.The old red Camp clock spins backward.Zephyrs of air sweep old ..
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