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Mar 2013
Words on a page
Thoughts coalesce into shape, like leaves on a tree
What is the nature of muse?
The wind whispers to the tree
Create me..
Perhaps a bluebird will come by and sing upon a branch, then like the wind i will be the rhythm in the dance
Joanne Fuda
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