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I find pleasure in the smallest of things in the glass like wings that a cicada brings and from the small brown bird in springtime when she sings I am amazed at the little things like the slate blue sails of a boat in flight and a moth who flies into the bright light I fall in love on a daily basis with feathers I find in the oddest of places and the ocean spray that splashes the faces of giggling people in boats at the races
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 7:13 AM UTC
Boating
I find pleasure in the smallest of things in the glass like wings that a cicada brings and from the small brown bird in springtime when she sings I am amazed at the little things like the slate blue sails of a boat in flight and a moth who flies into the bright light I fall in love on a daily basis with feathers I find in the oddest of places and the ocean spray that splashes the faces of giggling people in boats at the races
fiona-moloney
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 7:13 AM UTC
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