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What will happen to my soul when you are gone?
Will I tack it to a wall in a makeshift frame?
Reservoir, late evening in July
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Anonymous said…
A lovely photo, a beautiful sunset. And soon a moonrise will remind us that even when we can't see it, the sun, like God is still very much there. blessings <3
Evening is settling among the bricks and blossoms Sparrows are tweeting their last goodnights Our pathfinders are coming home. The narrower the path, the better the adventure
Away from its birth nest for the very first time, With translucent tail held high in the balance position, Young Squivino carefully walks along a branch, Awake in the world For the very first time.
Snowfalls mix together in my mind, Fall after fall. Moist, perfect for snowballs. Powder, perfect for skiing. Inch-wide flakes, Perfect for a cold screen door. Milk bottles on the front porch, freezing cream on top, pushing up the paper lids. No homoginizing then. I know the myth about no two falling flakes alike, Yet I wouldn't place my wager on it.
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A lovely photo, a beautiful sunset. And soon a moonrise will remind us that even when we can't see it, the sun, like God is still very much there.
blessings <3
(2) Is that the Twin Towers in the center?