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Days. 2. |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665
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Returning from the flip side of a storm, sickly blossom, spitting wind, whistling a refrain. Tree's passing slowly outside train windows, black crows standing in puddles, casting reflections in the murk. Parting the clouds of my mind, settling softness moving within me. Wrapping night reflections into my heart. Justice cannot be for oneside alone, but must be for both. (Eleanor Roosevelt) |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
That last line is perfect Phil. Very sweet write. I really want to care, |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
beautifiully written and felt |
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