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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast 
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he who speaks to trees sound your strum of wind linger at her hollows when she births the day to dreamspeak laughter the watchers wear water gowns their footprints are eyes looking for sky places to be their dry mouthed gods and they hear the jackel stir her chains are tin foil metal and her bosom is the heavy song of confusion without handles there at the creeks there is ruin ice castles have been burned and the dragons swim with dolphins ______________ dark (scribblenote:storm coming..some are praying some are playing and some are heading to the beach) |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
A recent trip home allowed me time to sense my surroundings from a bird's eye view... the pellmell of my home state is just that...everyone out searching their own reason to face the storm... IWIHWT... So, to the library with you... Karilea - if I whisper, will you listen? Keeping in mind, I must stand close...and keep my promises... |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
I would so, love to be near the ocean whilst a storm engulfs..I was for small ones, and nature certainly paints with beautiful dark colors....greys, blacks, purples... Just be safe and keep that Harley dry...smiles and hugs |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Love the feel of this D - and that last line - killer fine- could go for a swim with them -  SusanIf I wander far enough, long enough, will I finally know . . . |
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