7.31.2009
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Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
nice traditional dress - just started looking at your pictures birgit - after weeks of not looking at your blog - due to my inefficient use of my rss feeds - as we discussed earlier - but i love your collection of imagery and talk - and the old pictures - and the glass beads - when i can, i keep watching ...
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