Tuesday, July 8, 2014
The Seagull Comments
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A winter evening at the cottage by the bay,
And I sat in the black and gold of the dead garden
Wrapped in blankets, eating my sister's suet pudding.
The fountain was wrapped in dirty straw and
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12/7/2025 10:01:45 PM # 1.0.0
..............to where can the imagination carry us.....in this write it seems anywhere...just like in a dream....and yes I would love to travel to france and Italy....enjoyed reading this imaginative piece...