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the sounds
softer.
once the day is dawn, the door is open, face the sky, all
comes well some days.
talk goes on all day, about the heat,
the rain and drizzle,
no thoughts on the shipping
forecast. words red, remembered.

the bird, the boy, the machine,
there is only air between.
a challenge to describe   these trees as suggested

the gentle good,  dawel disgyn,  little time

left, nor funds for flying.
.so we move forward differently once again.

.while you remain in mind.
some thing is changing here,
so slight it can hardly be
noticed.

yet it has been.  a feeling,
came with the light rain .

the quietness

all things are changing
while in the studio a series
commenced
marching in time
across the board

at dusk the view magnetic
sometimes you know
i have no clue as to what
is occurring
here

or over there

find it challenging

and disappear
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