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Oct 2016
Everything blue. Invisible.

Crashing, collapsing  
Gold swept away


The back again to stay the winter

Weathering stone to sand

Hand-in-hand to spring

*Soaking everything in gold
In blue
Graffed at the Dali museum in Monterey. Italics is my boo Dragon Lily
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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