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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion 
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Drought This summer has grown tired: hills reflecting the sky in monochrome carbon, the thick, rancid stink of yet another new fire dogs the slothful air. I sleep with it in my nostrils, suck it in with reluctant lungs; folks here are so casual - the price of a dry year, dear! New territory to me, and I’m disgusted, winter’s rains won’t come soon enough to save this blackened forest’s edge, far from my ocean, my rejuvenating sea, calling louder than ever. © 2001 Corinne Bailey [This message has been edited by Corinne (edited 09-08-2001).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Yes...I recall the fires....I lived in the valleys, and saw the horizons flame.... but Corinne...you WRITE it with desire that would want to quench the same.... well done! |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
Mybe its time to rejoin the sea... where you belong. Wonderful write.  Parker |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Excellent expression, Corinne! To the sea! |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
the west laments for its forests. . . and its seas. . . well done my friend. . . ------------------------------------------------------------ To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thank you, Sunshine, Park, Denise and Sven! Cor |
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