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depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
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Puddled
it’s spring when the world is puddle-wonderful — E. E. cummings I have no ‘wellies’ now that there is no one to help pull them off, to tug against that powerful suction between rubber and sock and where the equal and opposite forces have… Continue Reading “Puddled”
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