The sun falls behind the mountain
An arborescent feather of a cloud
Unfurls dilutes bleeds slowly
in a bleary sky.
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Ah, summer evenings.
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Yes they can evoque all sorts of things. Some not so cheery
By the way I finished your brilliant book and left a review on Amazon.
It’s from the heart John.
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Ohhh, I love the review! Thank you! 🙂 🙂 🙂
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You’re welcome my courageous friend.
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Courageous? Not so sure about that.
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I stand by my words on that having read the book.
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You mean from religious nutters?
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I meant to answer ages ago! courageous not because of the nutters but because you chose to pursue the unthinkable to its bitter end. You dare to reach a hellish conclusion. Tongue in cheek or not.
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Ahh, yeah, it was a little hard to write. It could have been a lot, lot, lot worse. I couldn’t bring myself to find referenced examples of deliberate animal cruelty. That would have killed me.
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I’m so far behind…didn’t realize there was a book.
Looks amazing!
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Kinda sad, Em, but sweetly elegant nonetheless.
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Well yes, the cloud started out looking like a feather and then it became pink and looked like a drop of blood in water.
Thank you for elegant… less is more aye?
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My pleasure.
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Hi Emm…, Have been away for a couple of weeks (not fun this time) and am trying to catch up on my reading. Liked the imagery in your words, but then you have always painted very well that way. Happy Sunday 🙂
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Thank you my friend. Good to see you here and my apologies for not replying sooner.
I hope all is well and you can get back to a comfortable routine before winter sets in.
hugs
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The soft movement from beauty to melancholy…
and indeed summer comes to a close…
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Yes it is.
Watching the august moon over the bay here is very much a melancholy sight.
Thanks Kat you seem to tune in so well to my mood. :-).
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