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Like muslin clouds. Or ballerinas. Pirouettes turning
like wheels, waxing and waning. Moonlight melting into dusk,
and I stared at smouldering smoke, and candles sputtering.
for 3-Line Thursday at Ink In Thirds
Untitled
Like muslin clouds. Or ballerinas. Pirouettes turning
like wheels, waxing and waning. Moonlight melting into dusk,
and I stared at smouldering smoke, and candles sputtering.
for 3-Line Thursday at Ink In Thirds
It's Still Life 
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