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Some could say: nature's lavishly attentive ever blossoming to the extreme, on point. Just so, the pearl of her earring she wears in the photo seems to have completely composed her. Bare honesty rages, in picture left profile-- her aquiline nose, upward tilt of chin, late day sunshine through a velvet curtain. O, how sweet, her seashell ear. That spiraling whorl conversed with me, as Water God Neptune might speak of any innocence, of liberation nature. I see her -- a little girl at seashore, skimming her toes across tiny waves dash-running, leap laughing, her parents nowhere near. In the adult picture, she might be thirtyish and by heaven likely married. O, how this pearl captures one fleet spark. Oceans and continents away, I am regarding her. I, whose heart's on fire.
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Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 4:27 AM UTC
The Pearl
Some could say: nature's lavishly attentive ever blossoming to the extreme, on point. Just so, the pearl of her earring she wears in the photo seems to have completely composed her. Bare honesty rages, in picture left profile-- her aquiline nose, upward tilt of chin, late day sunshine through a velvet curtain. O, how sweet, her seashell ear. That spiraling whorl conversed with me, as Water God Neptune might speak of any innocence, of liberation nature. I see her -- a little girl at seashore, skimming her toes across tiny waves dash-running, leap laughing, her parents nowhere near. In the adult picture, she might be thirtyish and by heaven likely married. O, how this pearl captures one fleet spark. Oceans and continents away, I am regarding her. I, whose heart's on fire.
sam-hawkins
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Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 4:27 AM UTC
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