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The heart is all-seeing. As I write, I see images.  As I paint, words overwhelm me. I’m afraid if I stifle  this torrent, I will go numb, and if I stop writing, I will go blind… and will lose everything , protected only by the gentleness with which you cover me before sleep. With warm, blue blanket. Like a night fireside, starry  as a celestial sea.


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  2. Thank you very much:)
    Crickets only play during the summer time and as I am one of them, with autumn colors.. I will sit and write.. with water in my eyes:) till than, stay good and smile!

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