there will be rain... Make it 3. One for the grass where I’ve played like children do, one for the woods – where I’ve worked & one for the sky, where I’ll be soon. Make it 3.
& the bottle of rum was near the end. The eyes were blurred, the walk was no more straight. Searched for a sign from you all that time… & you, you… or maybe I... I didn’t know how to see. Make it 3 and I’ll be gone…
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Place!
Very powerful..poignant image. Love the processing. Excellent!
Thank you Dan & Marcie.
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