beads
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snapshot poem 07 november 02007
the string has brokeni pick up the beads of my life they are dissonant discordantthere is no harmony here was there ever a pattern? some have fallen into the grate i’ll never retrieve them they are rolling down a long culvert it is dark here, unnavigablei am lost listen, the beads are rattling pick up… Continue reading
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beads
My 30 Day Photo Challenge Flickr Set I have company. I’m glad I have company. I’m having a great time. I’m exhausted — so posting may continue to be a bit sparse for awhile. Continue reading

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