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Not A Breeze

  • Oct 26, 2018
  • 1 min read

Silence, deep silence, not a breeze My step on the floating dock the only ripple Cascading along the still surface of the lake. A loon calls, then a jay Chipmunk chatters Civilization but a distant hum. For all this I am grateful.

 
 
 

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