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Post by Bobby Slais on Jul 1, 2007 7:13:59 GMT -5
Rush Of River (or Gaz mmm)
The shallowest point of river rush flows to quicken a soul sluice cleansing atop time-worn pebble arranged by momentum to reflect sunlit spark, ripple dance me blind. Prospecting love through shaft extravagant, vasculars dim lit drop in gravity’s moist keep. The treasured touch, an inscrutable cache engendered into the deep.photo and poem Slais 2oo6
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Post by Shell on Jul 6, 2007 7:00:54 GMT -5
Very sensual and beautifully presented ...
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