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gentle moving cumulus painted bundled roses white tint of smokes cloudy; mud in brooks
hugging mountaintops bare-naked shiny rocks moist dripping down cliff to ferns; grandpas on earth
water flows down river shallow yet it sparkles like your smile in morning mist i could feel it, i could even taste
Manonton Dalan
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Monday, July 28, 2008 |
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Friday, September 26, 2008 |
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