fields of barley
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About Me
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- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
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What a glorious, glorious spot
Drinking in the sun's harvest
Gazing out to the sea afar
Sensing, feeling, knowing only
How much I love you
How lovely this is, my love ~~ Thank you. . . .
♡
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