
Salmon and orange above. Bathing all. For those who saw, it snatched the breath.
A bird unclasped his talons. Pine bark chipped from the brown-shingled limb.
And feathers flew towards the light as the brown-shingled limb rose and sank rhythmically with a bird’s leaving.
WOW. Did you copy this from somewhere or a product of your own smithing? I wish my SS class from the mountains could experience you. What a blessing you are.
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It’s mine, Henry. I would not copy. Thank you for the kind words of encouragement. Hope to see you guys tomorrow. A beautiful day’s on tap.
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