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16/03/2009
That is where I lived,
Beyond the winds and bends
a time to relive,
at the pavements end.
The water rose and fell,
reliable like a friend,
A sound that cast a spell,
at the pavements end.
A wall of balding eagles,
of which we can pretend,
to replace with sun and seagulls,
at the pavements end.
If I forget my way,
as life begins to blend,
I won't be afraid,
at the pavements end....
Kaci A. Byrne
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Uploaded on Mar 16, 2009
15/03/2009
And since you know you cannot see yourself,
so well as by reflection, I, your glass,
will modestly discover to yourself,
that of yourself which you yet know not of.
William Shakespeare
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Uploaded on Mar 16, 2009
Holga
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fisheye effect
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