Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Sky clock Someone once lived here seeking water where there was only dust, and fed themselves by the sweat of their labor and the crap shoot of luck. Then rains stopped or the children grew up and gold returned to rust; but, the windmill kept recording the seasons of what is and was once. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.78] (6.mai.2021] ekphrastic 8 lines 9/6/11/6 For
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