every breath a bead in an endless strand
"I'm not sure about all this, but I'm starting to get the hang of it."
August Mary Oliver When the blackberries hang...
How am I going to end this with him. She felt her ...
Fabled by the daughters of memory... Finnegans Web...
The Second Coming (1921) - by W.B. Yeats (1865 - 1...
DON'T THINK TWICE, IT'S ALL RIGHT (Words and Music...
Becoming in Black (after Ghalib) by William Dennis...
nothingsweet empty skynot a care in the worlda dee...
Terzanelle of Kosovo FieldsRichard JacksonJune 200...
concreteplain gray highwaywoven across the landiri...
Bob Dylan: Precious Memories:
"As I travel down life's pathway,
Know not what the years may hold.
As I ponder, hopes grow fonder,
Precious memories flood my soul
Precious father, loving mother,
Glide across the lonely years.
And old homes scenes of my childhood
In fond memory appears.
Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul.
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious sacred scenes unfold.
Copyright ? 1986 Special Rider Music
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