Each raindrop fallsa miniature explosionin the dustshooting tiny parcelsof scent skywardin the breezeto hint a promiseof hope beneaththe blackened hillsbeyond the wildfire. (thinking of my home province thirsting
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Some amazing words to describe the indescribable.
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Meraki – The Love of Creation
A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art. Paul Cezanne More than just art, everything we do reflects who we are, what makes
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Pluviophile
Who doesn’t like rain? Sure there are those days you get caught out with your umbrella still in the hall closet; or you are stuck in the middle
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Nemophilist
Deep loam callshumid ‘neath the firsand soaring cedarscreating a dark canopy of motionagainst the leaden sky. Deep loam callssilent size 4 footfallsbetween the swaying fernsand hoary beards of
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What The Heck is Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia?
Ahh phobias, wonderful things that stop you dead in your tracks without warning, like that spider hanging from the ceiling in the root cellar or a loud noise
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Ceraunophile
Feel the electric, ions charged,swooping down, bending trees,whole,it roars in my ears. I stand, feet planted,and wait for the tiger,to lick my face,in the dark. Hands touch, silent