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she gave me rueful look in a pretty dress a spirit i couldnt escape sitting in a place of honor springs bubbled among jumbled boulders headed west on a rutted road we sat in silence for a minute i took a breath and said nothing silence i stared i recalled a gleam below dreams a small flame perfectly warm we were silent i picked up a piece of twig architecture without glamour ars gratia artist tiny butterfly serene and stunning traversed the main route traced the curving line of the mountain deliberately she had met me on the backporch as if it were the center stage of a theater she hovering nearby tracing lines landmarks
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Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 9:07 PM UTC
heaven and earth
she gave me rueful look in a pretty dress a spirit i couldnt escape sitting in a place of honor springs bubbled among jumbled boulders headed west on a rutted road we sat in silence for a minute i took a breath and said nothing silence i stared i recalled a gleam below dreams a small flame perfectly warm we were silent i picked up a piece of twig architecture without glamour ars gratia artist tiny butterfly serene and stunning traversed the main route traced the curving line of the mountain deliberately she had met me on the backporch as if it were the center stage of a theater she hovering nearby tracing lines landmarks
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Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 9:07 PM UTC
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