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Thoughts in
shorthand
head in
the clouds
that tone
goes on & on
when it ends
it’s gone
“clear as a
bell”
the ocean's
motion
the cat’s meow
the phone rings
in the Sahara
the sky is blue
there is no one to talk to
Levée de lune Algérie: photo by Bertrand Devouard/Florence Devouard, 2004-2005
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there is no one to talk to
except YOU...
...and the feeling is mutual, as you can see. The world did seem in some ways a deserted place while you were searching for a new home. I hope you have found the tree of light and that the fountain is again flowing with its stories for you. Every oasis is also a mirage but that does not stop us from seeking, seeking...
We are not alone.
Beautiful poem.
I think there is who to talk to, you can talk to the sea, the stream is always willing to speak
Lucy, Mariana,
Muchas gracias, amigas. Sometimes one needs to hear these things.
ah surely you are part of that you... who is not you...
...yes, it must be so.
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