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NIKON D70s 1/350 second F/1.0 200 Apr 8, 2007, 2:05:41 AM Share
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There are times that walk from you. like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon, and she chose a yard to burn
But the ground remembers her, wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms
There are things that drift away, like our endless numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls it's children from their piles of fallen leaves
There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children until she lets them go at last and she's chosen where to be
Though she's lost her wedding ring somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds
There are things we can't recall blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers tolling around the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned
There are names across the sea only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the window closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone
dl it here of you want to listen to it
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Her sustained appoggiatura was flawed by her inability to complete the roulade.
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abducted by an egg. how tragic.
Nice shot. May I ask you if these light leaks are PS-made or what?
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