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The journey's end

To appear again a dandelion surrounded by the wildflowers of spring.


Awed by the wind, carried to another hillside to be born again.


 A tree of a thousand years.


Mystified by the clouds that cast shadows on the mesa, each day differs in subtlety and hue.


Random thunder reverberates the near earth slightly,

rain drops each a doorway to the next to be lifted and changed into yet another form.


The shadow that passes brings the wind and the dandelion appears again..

Manifest;  the   Abigail 


Oriental Fish
Oriental Fish
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