recline
on her side
her arm up-reaching
hand right-angled
away bare toes stretching blue dress banked flowers draped she
looked behind and suddenly slightly
smiled
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blue wormhole: Ashdown Forest / 080213 14:47
Carol wormhole: I do
hands wormhole: I love with all the history and lack of perfections at our command
looking wormhole: that comicbookshop in dreams,
smile wormhole: Jackie’s slight smile
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Love the photographic quality of this poem. A moment in time that suggests for more than what’s seen on the surface.
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you are such a gift, Jilanne, you read like soft butter spread deep into the bread
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Don’t forget the honey. 😀
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and the pumkin seeds, and the … coffee
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