if we could beas happy as thatmagpie dawnHazel Hall
the feel of the keyin the lockhomeMaurice Nevile
three paths to the summitI take the middle way
tarrying long enoughto soothe me . . .moon on my windowMadhuri Pillai
evening strollonly the mooncomes with me
solitary walk?from the creek bedribbit, ribbit
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