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Friday, September 29, 2006

On the Cusp of Sunday

Sweet scent of sunlight
dances tango on my hip,
dapples spun by curdled clouds
tattoo my croning feet.

Behind a flimsy veil
Cassandra sings eternity.
I turn my back
glide deeper into dance.

Fractal created in Fractal Explorer, Digital Photo embedded

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