Elegant longing song, played on a fiddle, taking us briefly out of time. Old predictable story, plays predictably on our emotions. Old maps.
(PHOG-KSFO enflight)
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"Slipping thoughts between moments" ~ haiku, micropoetry, 'dreampoems', and other minutiae
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