dust motes dance
in the winter light
words vanish
posted by Roswila at 3:50 am
Thursday, January 25, 2007
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2 Comments:
I like this one --
Thanks. Dusting is not my strong suit as a housekeeper. This ku was the "gift" I got for actually dusting ... :-)
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