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4 comments:
Nice. Simple. Soft colours.
Love this photo.
Coyote, you're a shooting poet!
Love the pic. It reminds me so much of early morning at the lake and summer camping vacations. Thank you.
I see the boys of summer
I
-- Coyote the title of yer posting put me in mind of Dylan Thomas' poem
I see the boys of summer.... et voila the first stanza... drop in to Brim...
Cliff
I see the boys of summer in their ruin
Lay the gold tithings barren,
Setting no store by harvest, freeze the soils;
There in their heat the winter floods
Of frozen loves they fetch their girls,
And drown the cargoed apples in their tides.
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