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A tinkling of laughter

A tinkling of laughter
a sprinkle of tears
the quick-silver of awe
the updraft of a mile-high thermal
the spaciousness of clouds changing shape in a summer sky

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on February 26th, 2006 | No Comments »

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