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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Walked Virginia Salter Walked of a morning taking in the cooling of gentle breezes ‘neath haloed light of springtime sun. My steps echoed by shadows merging and emerging past stores and lamp posts stretching barriers before me that swallowed up my memory then spate it out onto sun-drenched squares of yellowed-up concrete only to engulf the imprint of my being anew when it disappeared, again, from view into light-starved square yards of paved walkway. Sunday morning has dressed the streets in quiet interrupted only by the beeping “walk” and an interloper seeking directions. My footsteps even missing from the soundings one would expect to hear greet their ears. Merely the pages of my own thoughts and readings crackled in their turnings to assure “life is in the day.” My homecoming has brought a peacefulness even a profound sleepiness that has heavy-laden my eyes and sated my sighs with the comfort of Afghan and pillow and minutes to rest. ©May 13, 2001 [This message has been edited by VAS (edited 05-13-2001).] |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
You must know that I loved this. So gently exquisite. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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Cuddlez Member
since 1999-11-27
Posts 422Walla Walla, WA 99362 |
Well, i liked this so I thought Id sent it up front again... grin Time flies? Say it not so, time stays we go. |
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