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She nearly lands it; the last note – the Fermata — wobbling at the end

A melody line like this, lingers in the ear forever – like a lover's kiss

for #ds106

Sometimes, a love, frayed, remains, fragments of a voice, leaning in as a soft whisper, remembering

Wind over water; a gust that comes from somewhere other than this place

The Evergreen stands in woods of winter decay; green as Spring in snow

A story, written in cloud – a visual tale of forward motion

A splash of purple set against a scene of white; a single violet

Sunlight off the snow reminds us of Spring lanterns; change always happens

Some gaps can't be filled - like New England street potholes, centers of donuts

for Algot

A morning flurry - bundled up, in a hurry; like mice, we scurry