Guest guest Posted July 16, 2003 Report Share Posted July 16, 2003 If I go across this land to an island at the edge of the sea below the mountains, a narrow shore with green grass in the summer night behind the fence of stones in the small forest, a tree hidden in the leaves, a bird so effortless it sings until no frame or form can hold the beauty Alan Attachment: (image/jpeg) 2003_0713_231214AA.JPG [not stored] Attachment: (image/jpeg) DSCF0036005.JPG [not stored] Attachment: (image/jpeg) 2003_0713_225532AA.JPG [not stored] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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