throughout the centuries
there were men
who took first steps
down new roads
armed with nothing
but their own vision
Angel feathers
Oct 26, 2006
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About Me
- brow of calm
- I am the garden in which you wander; I am the pool that reflects the moonlight and the nightingale that sings as you walk beneath the trees. I am the breeze that rustles your wings, reflecting distant moonbeams.
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Love to all....
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