Monday, May 17, 2004![]() This is it, folks, and I am writing a new one right now...good timing!!Remain Ice blue sky hovers above. Sunlight shines down, Laying flecks of gold On the bark of a tree. Forest dwindles off To make way for a pond. Leaves at the bottom, Deep, dark, nourishing brown. Sharp, slate-colored stones Crop the edge of the field, Seemingly alive with their Absence of color. My... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 11:36 PM Comments (7) (link) |
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