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Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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Really beautiful - the words and photo so right for each other in tone, shape, movement. I see there is loads of your work (and your poetry chart success: woooh!) that I've missed, not being around much lately - look forward to catching up.
ReplyDeleteWhat a gorgeous, evocative image and poem. "turmoil in white"--Yes!
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely!
ReplyDeleteHave to admit, this is one of my favourites. Thanks you beautiful women - Jean, Patry and MB.
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