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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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