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return of the evening soloist



The ethereal notes entered my consciousness like the remembrance of a dream. I was instantly swept away to long summer evenings and endless golden twighlight. Lightning bugs. Half-melted ice tea. An old rope hammock. Complete repose.

Leah


Leah Campbell Cornwell, SC faeriemaiden@hotmail.com

"In order to see birds, it is necessary to become a part of the silence." Robert Lynd




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