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Above my head, a ray where I sit on a mossy ledge, stylus in my hand drips words like acid upon thin papyrus sheets-- of myths and cultures perishing, never to be repeated in splendour and tragedy-- their brilliance borne through swollen rivers' lore. A Brian Strand Contest NO 18 Oct 10, 2016

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Date: 10/7/2016 8:36:00 AM
Very nicely done, Leon. Congratulations! ...Fran
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Date: 10/7/2016 5:09:00 AM
The tone of the metaphor in your work, echoes to the soul..... Congrats Leon, for your WIN in the contest!!! ;-)
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Date: 10/5/2016 7:17:00 PM
wow, Brian is going to love this one, Leon..linda
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