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Epilogue

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scattered poesy grains

now shimmer uneasily

in the parquet light

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iamnasra said…
How come Im not visiting you...Its been awhile Im glad im here to breathe in the air of your lovely words
12:28 AM
Nicole Braganza said…
good to be back here after a long time....
3:23 PM
gautami tripathy said…
Scattered poesy grains
casting shadows
in the bright sunlight
12:51 PM
Sue hardy-Dawson said…
Are so there you are-scattering some more poesy grains.
10:55 PM
iamnasra said…
Are you okay
12:23 PM
Anonymous said…
Hi
long time...hope you are fine.
7:28 PM
Russell CJ Duffy said…
about time too!

great one to return with.
6:52 PM
Nicole Braganza said…
I demand...
erm...(request)
an update
...
please?
11:30 PM
Roger Stevens said…
Epilogue - is this your last post? If this is your epilogue I guess we'll never know.
1:40 AM
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