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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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. Somehow It isn’t strange To find myself here What with these fishing boats Drawn up high on the beach The village in soft light Atop the hill Beyond there are green fields And orchards with oranges Peaches all sorts of fruit Forests meadows Rivers and streams It’s good to be alone For awhile at a time like this When one is really at a loss In too much for words There’s someone waving her hand As she approaches me Running along the shore No name or memory Comes to mind Though it’s not as if I don’t know who it is . |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
Could she be someone? be Blueskaya, the very kind? With her dog Blueshika tailing along with a sign saying his friend Veolia will come at 9. |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
yummy |
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