A Pilgrim Soul
Saturday, August 01, 2009
Winter on Old Harry...
The trees have lain aside their precious summer coats, they let us see their fine, rough skin.
Straight lines stand out, against Her curves
damp and cool, but still a hint of glamour
Dark pathways curve away through the bush...
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