Thursday, December 09, 2004


Walking stones rise as bones on ridgelines arched against the canopied blue Sunlight blind here shadowed down the eyes as she steps lined with light Shadowed hazy burnt with golds and woods Oaken vantage point on high circling in the sky Maybe she loved me perhaps just here

Ok ok, it's full on Green is the Colour. With some of the sights near the mercury mines near my home.

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