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| ©m.cassapidis |
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The falling wave,
arch of identity, shattering feathers,
is only spume when it clears,
and returns to its source, unconsumed.
From: Pablo Neruda, ‘Canto General’
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| ©m.cassapidis, 2014-15 |
Blogs I follow
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A Wee Mixed Bag - Twenty Two (Bliss, Dodgson, Holmboe, Koppel, Matthews,
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