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Post by mfwilkie on Mar 9, 2010 5:18:05 GMT -5
It could be late last autumn, those days when envelopes of cold-edged warmth remind us that the season's changing.
There's nothing like it on your skin, and how sublimnally it serves the mind. Spring's coming runs in similar fashion; pockets of melted air between the ice that won't let go. Teasers.
How it excites us to have once again survived the cold restrictiveness of winter, the silence that lives in shadowy corners, to face a sky-eye warming/rising to our needs, all barriers withdrawn save one: ourselves.
can'take up my mind on this last line.
the 'a' sounds in the one above, or the r's in this one.
All barriers removed save one: ourselves.
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Post by Jo Lynn Ehnes on May 19, 2010 17:10:26 GMT -5
wow, I love this Maggie. I like the withdrawn but I'm sure you may have gone the other direction by now. Hope all is well in your world.
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Post by mfwilkie on May 31, 2010 12:31:02 GMT -5
Glad you like this JL. Haven't revised as of yet.
Mags
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