A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Why do you sit there as the morn breaks? She is the midwife of the oceans Whose bones are old and broken Where the small children play It was peace lillies at christmas A type of forgiveness Standing down by the river side Footprints in the sand.
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