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We left behind the Hockney scene of dipping and nesting by a house pool , we left behind the shopping complexes that
grow as wildly and abundantly as if magical gardens, and leapt into our four wheel drive to chase burning stars across a purple
desert sky, like the crazy cool cats we are, we were sufficiently pleased with a half moon that we never stopped smiling
about it ,who knows tommorrow where Tokyo.

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Cloudthings

16 years 10 months ago

I can still taste the flavour of this write & feel the smile on

This is a delight! Unexpected little treat for my morning quick dip into Noe. Thank you I am smiling also though the moon is hidden & the birds are singing, they are happy for the rain (winter here). I can still taste the flavour of this write & feel the smile on my face ... this is good. Cheers~ Anni ~~~ "So often is the virgin sheet of paper more real than what one has to say, and so often one regrets having marred it." ~Harold Acton, Memoirs of an Aesthete, 1948

Cloudthings

16 years 10 months ago

I am not being given an option to vote here for some reason ????

I am not being given an option to vote here for some reason ???? I would give this 5 for it's wonderful permeating subtle joy. xx~ Anni ~~~ "So often is the virgin sheet of paper more real than what one has to say, and so often one regrets having marred it." ~Harold Acton, Memoirs of an Aesthete, 1948