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Passions in Prose

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JenniferMaxwell

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since 2006-09-14

Posts 2423

0 posted 2010-03-05 01:31 PM

- it carries winter’s killing cold across the barren fields where once golden wheat and Vincent’s crows froze in time that all with eyes and heart might see beyond the madness into soul. In another field where stones grow cold all seasons of the year and golden wheat has yet to grow, the wind caresses granite as if soft kisses for an infant’s brow. Fingers trace the chiseled words the children wrote when madness claimed a soul and left them orphans in cold fields of a Vincent winter.

Mysteria

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since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

1 posted 2010-03-05 11:35 PM

Beautiful Jennifer. I know someone who would have loved this, our Kacy.

JamesMichael
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since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

2 posted 2010-04-08 06:52 PM

Enjoyed...James

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