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chopin ballade 4

she comes from the whispers in the sleeping sand as if images half there were caught by a photograph on a strong air as if an invisible golden frame embraced the world or was it the arms of a loving … Continue reading

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Jetta-Jay’s dancing portrait

                              she danced into a harder colour of time she swirled along that undescribed line where hearts usually shiver out of the excitement of thought as … Continue reading

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