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Scraps and scribbles from 1960 - 2015 |
| It is quiet It is still Signs of twilight scatter o'er the hill. The clouds float by, purplish pink, It's God's time; It's time to think. A cool breeze stirs; A lazy bird chirps. This moment is mine; it's sweetness never parts. It lingers closely in my heart... Twilight. Dedicated to teens everywhere who know and love the beauty of twilight. 1964 Author's Note ▶︎ |