Tuesday, 13 September 2011

Sycamore Tryst

The Sycamore leaves. Always whispering, always sighing. Sometimes lively, sometimes softly. If she listens with her soul ears more than her bodily ears, they share their secrets.
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  1. Unknown12 February 2016 at 03:07

    I praise loudly. I blame softly. See the link below for more info.


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