Sunday, June 4, 2006

Sojourn Comments

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I rode on the back of an eagle.
The wind was a screeching witch.
His feathers were my shelter, my refuge.
We hurtled through black vastness,
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Mary Naylor
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Sandra Fowler 30 January 2007

What a fascinating dream. You are an eloquent wordsmith. Warm regards, Sandra

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