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Showing posts with label Tiny poem for a December night. Show all posts

Showing posts with label Tiny poem for a December night. Show all posts

December 2, 2016

Night lights

Just when I wished for someone to put lights up on our street I turned up the road and saw the crescent moon pinned in the night sky

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Susan Moorhead: Artplay, beaches, blank paper, blue sky, blues, boats, cafes, carved wood, celtic, children, coffee, collages, courage, earrings, fireplaces, first editions, gaelic, God, grace, green things, humor, libraries, lipstick, medieval, mermaids, movies, mysterious unexplainables, New England, oddly shaped chairs, photography, pilot pens, poetry, red shoes, roses, sangria, Scotland, Sensodine toothpaste, socks, song standards, stones, sun, swoons, toast, trees, used book sales, vintage, wisdom, world events, writing, and yellow lamplight.

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