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yes 
it is eye
still blue
though untrue
and very much
in the dark
that yonder window's
just a stone
a bedeviled egg
rolled away
from a soul cave
tell me
are you crying?
because it sounds
like you are
don't cry
i still dream in color

Rene ~ June 2011




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  1. glad you are still dreaming...was wondering where you went...a soul cave...i may need to visit one of those...

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  2. Eerie, but good.

    And welcome back, I was wondering where you was :)

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  3. Dreaming in vivid color is the best kind of dreaming!

    Unless it's about a bedeviled egg of course!

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  4. Beautiful and beautifully twisted.

    Cheers,

    Casey

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  5. Which begs the question, do dogs really dream in black and white? If you're not a dog, how can you make this statement?

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  6. I still dream in color...nice pulls it all together...bkm

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  7. Ever-so-slightly macabre. :-)

    Pearl

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  8. Dreaming in color is a good thing, unless... a great read!

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  9. The photograph totally creeps me out. In a cool kind of way.

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  10. I love-love "I still dream in color"!

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  11. Love the "soul cave" idea. Rich. Really rich.

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  12. I love this the last line "bedeviled egg" too simply amazing

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