my blind neighbour
fingers each new bloom
...and smiles
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On the hydrangeas
the weight of the morning sun
the evening sun
---Otsuyu
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5 comments:
...and maybe smells the scents, too. Wonderful.
This is lovely.
Lovely image ans words.
Melanie
so touching, John..
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