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The Construction

My heart is my alphabet, beating the letters out through the pores of my skin. I gather them in my hands. I mold the words. And they pour down on the sheets, like eager autumn rain. © Gry W Christensen

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Funom Makama

Date: 4/4/2015 6:36:00 AM

Visitation to this piece is worth commenting and rating so high! Its a lovely piece friend. Thanks for the share.

Jerry T Curtis

Date: 10/6/2014 6:07:00 PM

Actually I think they fall like spring rain, rather fresh and clean. Gry well done

Gry Christensen
Date: 10/6/2014 6:16:00 PM

Hi Jerry, Thanks for your comment! I appreciate it. To me it's like autumn rain, here it rains more often than in spring. And it's fresh and clean too! :) Best, Gry