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Wood ThrushI hear your flute solo and my handslowly covers my watch.Your silver notes echo, swirling,tumbling, distant and unclaimed,haunting the woodswith the purest music I know.Listening as though I have forever,the cascade of your song flows like water-I know each moment is eternal.No words are needed.
AmazonPages: 78, Paperback, Bottino Books
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