It Plants the Blunders
Lazy rain mown lawn
plenty of falling light
You are my perfect pitch
you are my constellation
Heather on her heath
Damsels and dragonflies
Crossing the bar
There's a strange echoe
Platoons of Granddaughters
Eyes distracted
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