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I'll walk with you she said without words without thought without intent what wondrous light this stream these stones this easy confluence of tumbling lives |
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I'll walk with you she said without words without thought without intent what wondrous light this stream these stones this easy confluence of tumbling lives Burble Often I choose smooth. Many times, though it is the one that has been left to weigh down in its spot until the tide washes over. The sand is just about to bury it and the burble of foam leaves its skirt encircling the edges. The impression is deep when it is removed as a vacuous hold and pucker resounds. Raine Les 4/18/2009 |
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