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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! 
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The wind blows against the steep red rocks it had blown yesterday, blowing tired, dead grass it blew into corners out of the way. It sings at it soars over ridges, falls into crevices, then soaring again. Relentlessly scarring aged cliffs smoothed by unrelenting rains, and a baking heat that scorched the earth, scorching plants until dead. The cliffs remain story-tellers of time as people have told why they are red. They tell of the ancients, telling of their struggles to live; tales told of elements, persistent, taking more than life gives. --- Alison |
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
blows - blown - blowing - blew soars - soaring relentlessly - unrelenting scorched - scorching story-tellers - told - tell - telling Ah, Alison, you make this old teacher's heart smile. You're like a budding rose, blooming before my eyes. You've come a long way, lady..I like your style  |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
You made my night. I can't thank you enough for returning to challenge and teach. You are the best. Thank you. Alison |
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