(Umbra.)
Wind surges and swells
Evergreens rock side to side
A soft cradlesong.
(Penumbra.)
The bald eagle’s wings
Feathers ebbing and flowing
The pulse of a heart.
(Antumbra.)
Webs ripple in Sun
White cloudscapes undulating
An alchemy pose.
GL, 5/6/2010. Prevail.
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"I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast!"
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"I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast!"
(Alice, Through the Looking-Glass)
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