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“I’m quite tired of beating myself up to write.  I think I’ll start letting the words slip out like a tired child. “Can I have a piece of pie” he asks, and then he’s asleep back on the cusp of the moon.”    ... Continue Reading →

The Nightingale

Flight to sunny climes A serenade to the skies Winter left behind ©Vivian Zems (#Haiku-kigo) Carpe Diem #1314  

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