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I go Along that lichen path so white, and straight so assertive of mystical quality along the barren rocky coast I am old now and what were once white houses on far off misty shores are now gulls against cloud sitting in the water Here is a special place A place of many childhoods my childhood but still here steadfast against this changing world I cast my offering in a Penny into this rockpool which has forever faithfully been named the wishing well.
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Oct 22, 2010
Oct 22, 2010 at 2:30 PM UTC
The Wishing Well
I go Along that lichen path so white, and straight so assertive of mystical quality along the barren rocky coast I am old now and what were once white houses on far off misty shores are now gulls against cloud sitting in the water Here is a special place A place of many childhoods my childhood but still here steadfast against this changing world I cast my offering in a Penny into this rockpool which has forever faithfully been named the wishing well.
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Oct 22, 2010
Oct 22, 2010 at 2:30 PM UTC
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