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Nov 2012
pulling arrows from a quiver in the ink of shadow; clever...
in the foliage of the heather
on the brink
of untamed
meadow    ( downwind... )

bending a hard bow
in soft leathers ~
tanned in the village
for the  price
of a Buck with a Doe

one with a crown

but no throne.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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