first light this morning
flows in like molten silver
a distant bell chimes
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first light this morning
flows in like molten silver
a distant bell chimes
I dream so I write ..
“Wings are an illusive notion. Some may possess them, but they are not very visible, and as for me, there isn’t the least sign of a feather.” -Amy Carmichael
New Ideas, New Forms
Musings from an insignificant writer
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A Journal of Poetic Observations
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Ellen Grace Olinger
My Eccentric Friend 
Love the sound of bells
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