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give the falcon its wing
starlings scatter in bursts
across blue vineyard skies
the grape unmolested
reclines into ripening
safe in its succulence
peacefully purpling
sweet with maturity
leaving the felons
the plumed iridescent
escaped murmuration
to seek a new roost
for rapacious designs
fear of strength
and its consequence
once again proven
the gentlest of weapons
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
rejuvenatement - not retirement
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Amen 🙂
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*smile*
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In vino veritas . . .
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lifting my glass…
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“…peacefully purpling…” Perfect!
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many thanks
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Oh WOW…I’m nearly speechless…just Oh WOW…
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oh my – thank you
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Most welcome always.
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Ah, a toast to nature’s wisdom.
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she has all the answers…
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