Words of a feather
A collection of random words falling onto the keys as a feather in the breeze.
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Friday, March 13, 2015
Possibilities
Each day I rise, I look to the east, and greet that new day with a feast of the eyes, yonder I see a sunrise made for just me, and maybe another. Have I found ye who was meant for me?
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