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@ 2008-01-06 – 09:28:00
A winter's day dawned clear and cool.
Knee deep in the steamy blond grasses.
Man made clouds written on the winds.
Scribbling like a mad man on the vault of heaven.
Tree branches like bony fingers pointing at an empty blue sky.
And every where the bright winter sunshine.
The_Walrus
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Poetyman69
thanks. seems to work better.
ganesharocks
Everywhere but Ontario! We'd love some sun. It's been about 5 days without it and some are reflecting it.
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