Monday, August 8, 2005

The Consummation Comments

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sadness hides behind the dark eyes that scan the horizon.
I walk softly through the glen of trees.
my bare feet crush pine needles and leaves, releasing their scent into the air.
its the smell of clean, the moist freshness after a rain.
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Eila Mahima Jaipaul
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