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sugar and saltthis life
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30 March 2006
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Posted by: Dick | 30 March 2006 at 02:52 PM
Well said, very elegant.
Posted by: harmonyinline | 30 March 2006 at 05:00 PM
Hope you don't mind. This came to me when I read it. Perfect just the way it is
****
That I didn’t choose,
Walking alone
in footsteps -
nobody is following
Until the setting sun
greets me.
Posted by: Cathy | 30 March 2006 at 07:05 PM
Thank You, Sharon.
Posted by: Karen | 30 March 2006 at 11:01 PM