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Warren Saunders's avatar

See, Avril, that's your gift, you do it every time. From the universal full of promise- beyond the ocean's horizons, to the particular- sweeping up bones from under the door. It bet even your shopping list is a work of art! Hmm, for myself, the place I grew up, the cynic in me would call it a perennial hole where one defecates! But Like your ocean, I grew up near a wood. And how it changed throughout the seasons seeped into my bones. Then- it was a feeling, a sanctuary. Now- I probably have a little Latin to name some of the wild flower-swell which stipples the scrub. And I guess my time frame wouldn't quite be summer/winter, but how it appears to me man/boy. Like a kaleidoscope, the same primary colours, but a turn of age, foregrounds a varied presentation.

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Marney's avatar

Beautiful writing, Avril. Wonderfully evocative and poetic.

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