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Nothing's perfect. But every so often, even less than that, a poem comes along that is more than perfect. This is more than perfect. It is a marriage of skillness and stillness. It is pure pleasure to hover wingless over this.
Thanks Nemo.
(Ha! I just noticed the time and place and it became animated in that time and place. )
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Last edited by Jim Moonan; 02-03-2024 at 10:20 AM.
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