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Whispered Words


Whispered words of silence
Forgotten energies
Of the past.

Like a recurring dream
Restless thoughts
Of the now.

Spirited voices of the present
Elated energies
Of the future. 

Sally

 

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Shingle Beach

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A Mindful Reunion

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Castaway

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Blue Sky

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Erosion

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Ravilious Rules

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Through Mist to the End

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S.A.D

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