Stones Reflected and Remembered
Monday, January 30, 2012
song of the Thrush
Mist hangs in the black night air. A steady trill begins, and then lilts upward, stronger. The notes carry me far from the puddles and the grayness. Sheer magnificence, it slowly trails away...
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