He described the ice and the flickering
lights in the night time sky, he told me about lovers
and friends and shawdow's of his once young
self.
He described a possibility of a dream
and I play it over in my hearts eye, like a short film.....
The Fox
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Dear Poet,
Today, you woke with plan you were going to befriend a fox. I listened as
you spoke about how you would follow it's track trough the forest a...
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I opened your photograph
it is great
the snow
it must of just snowed
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