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Thursday, September 29, 2011

Without Water

I never knew a flower could look so restless

or sun and softness could tangle.

I have learned that drought can be delicate

 and tree spirits laid bare.

And, for the first time in my life, hope could take the shape of clouds.



Posted by Angela at 12:37 PM
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2 comments:

  1. StephanieSeptember 29, 2011 at 2:55 PM

    These are lovely photos....my favorites are the clouds where I too have been finding hope and joy these past few days and that beautiful tangle of sun and softness as you say...you captured it so perfectly in film and words. :)

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  2. AngelaOctober 4, 2011 at 2:38 PM

    Thank you,Stephanie! :)

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