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The pulse of freedom

There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Some plans

Our plans
For
Living
Had featured
Nothing
Beyond us.
No houses,
No crowds,
No popular opinions,
Not even
The welcome ones.
It’s surprising
How
The rising smoke
From chimneys
Has blurred
That togetherness.



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10 comments:

  1. DraugJune 2, 2013 at 8:58 AM

    Ooo I like this one (:

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  2. TrifectaJune 2, 2013 at 9:16 AM

    Love can be blinding, and then we're always surprised to be brought back into reality when that veil slips a little. Great work with the picture.

    Thank you for linking up!

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  3. SuzanneJune 2, 2013 at 1:27 PM

    This is lovely Ruby! So true of love and all our broader relationships.

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  4. AnonymousJune 2, 2013 at 1:38 PM

    I love the opening - nice job!

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  5. AnonymousJune 2, 2013 at 9:28 PM

    Love does have a way of changing from idyllic to realistic :)

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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