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Ancient oaks souls greet
Ripe fruits fall and hungers cease
Seeing. Beauty. Truth.

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 29th, 2018 08:56
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Michael Edwards

    Right up my street = or should I say footpath? Great piece Sylvia.

    • sylviasearcher

      Or a leafy lane?

      Thanks Michael 😊

    • Goldfinch60

      Very good write and so true.

      • sylviasearcher

        Thanks Gildfinch... Home is a figment of my imagination

      • Neville

        I like your words..

        • sylviasearcher

          Thanks neville.

          It's the only thing I'm sometimes okay at.



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