...And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.
From "The Listener" by Walter de la Mare (b. 1873)
When the plunging hoofs were gone.
From "The Listener" by Walter de la Mare (b. 1873)
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We are on a common journey from corporate confinement to elective entrepreneurism.
We created bumbleseed to pool our creative juices and unite thought-provoking words with heart-warming pictures.
Tia
I love words. I collect them like a squirrel hoards nuts.
Technicolor pictures painted by a phrase; raw spontaneous laughter unleashed by an anecdote; a warm feeling wrapped in a rhyme.
Poems come to me as whispers in the night.
Mike
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Mike Flam (photos)
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Mike Flam (photos)
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