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Hurry- We do not wish to miss the opening of the misty curtain.Dew has fallen. It scintillates through each spider web and still glazes the fields. The grass awaits our passing and will soon be swept by the sun. A water mirror is marred only by the movement of a wayward bug and it reflects the ruby glowing of the day not yet fully born. Hurry! There is much to see in our solitude. T. Reilly Sold |
Copyright © Jeanine Klein
10/26/2008