Saturday, July 30, 2005
July 17, 2005
I spy great white-cloud vessels
upon the azure deep above,
as softly sings the water of the reservoir.
I rest upon a somewhat sylvan lea
and dream of grander things than me.
Carie Maria Bowen
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