Photo by Gamaliel Masters
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the patterns of these days extend ...children, friends, grain of oak... ...life & love & love of life & all the forgotten meanings of memory's yesterdays (noted in pages of our passing like tracks across the open sky) i must admit i am partial to this living -- to its wendings, its beholdings, its renewal of bright surprise budding like light from shining young eyes -- flickering with a firefly delight flitting thru the pastures of night cricketting a symphony falling as stars... rising as wings... ~~norman e. masters |
