The shifting marks
The lights, the darks Mysterious, coy, Serious joy. Enter the air, cumulus voluminous. The refracted arc Water drop's spark No real location, fragile coloration. The time-angle perfect, for red and azure's trick, Ground and sky interface, sharing in light's grace. Delineated, undersides shaded Rolling on now, wind current aided. The storm? Over. Sun's new disclosure.
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3/29/2014 12:38:32 am
You capture the light of the West perfectly . what beautiful work !
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J0hn Hunter Speier
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