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writinginnorthnorfolk.com
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| | | | | A stone is a stone.it's reached its final form,it's shrunk, it hasn't grownor gathered any moss, as long as it keeps rolling down an incline of some sort, unaltered, hard, solid, limestone, sandstone, marble, granite, a part of the Earth's crust.Kim M. Russell, 21st April 2025 It's Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, with... | |
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rugby843.blog
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| | | | | *** A vista of rain soaked drooping garden roses brings to mind the days I planted them, with the hope or maybe it was a promise, they would rise and flourish. The silver droplets ceasing, blurring my sight, as if my aging orbs are not the reason I cannot see clearly through the glass. "The... | |
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theelephantstrunk.org
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| | | | | Written for dVerse Prosery: T.S. Eliot andJ. Alfred Prufrock. Björn, our host, challengesus to write a poem of 144 words including thehighlighted line from "The Love Song ofJ. Alfred Prufrock". Here is my poem. © Shutterstock The day began in quiet, soft and slow,I woke to see the world beyond my glassAll changed to grey,... | |
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ameditativejourney.com
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| | | This week Tina (Travels and Trifles) invites lens-artists to share photographs that bring a bit of humor into their lives. As I have found that photo walks are like treasure hunts where each click of the camera is tucking images into a bag of treasures ... only to be opened when one is at home.... | ||
