Seasons in Upper Turkeyfoot
Rural in Nature, Transcendental in Temperament
Wednesday, May 06, 2015
Even Though
Please enlarge with a click.
The nascent woods has its pointillist splendor.
Here a silence could me made, a place
where i could ask to be left alone, even
though i wished for the company of a brighter sun.
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