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10,000 lakes


Yell Sound, Shetland, 2014, R.A.D. Stainforth


time flew
though
just for a few of us

the rest stayed
stuck between rocks
& sand art ultimatums

beautiful sunsets being the reason

oh how we hastened
That Grand Goodbye, but...
oh how we lingered to go

2014-Rene

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  1. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerAugust 17, 2014 at 3:24 PM

    Ah-I might be among those lingering just to catch a couple of more minutes! Lovely write Rene!

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  2. BerowneAugust 17, 2014 at 3:34 PM

    Sand art ultimatum - neat...

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  3. 21 WitsAugust 17, 2014 at 5:11 PM

    One never ever truly wants to leave the sea!

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  4. UnknownAugust 17, 2014 at 7:29 PM

    I feel that feet dragging trying to gather the last glimpse in the lens.
    Enjoyable writing

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  5. AnonymousAugust 17, 2014 at 9:38 PM

    "stuck between rocks and sand art ultimatums" is gorgeous!

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  6. Sherry Blue SkyAugust 17, 2014 at 9:57 PM

    Beautiful and poignant.

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  7. JinksyAugust 18, 2014 at 4:50 AM

    Takes a lot of imagination to see that sunset-farewell...

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  8. ZQAugust 18, 2014 at 8:13 AM

    Nice!
    ZQ

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  9. AnonymousAugust 18, 2014 at 11:00 PM

    Sand art ultimatums... delicious!

    Love and Light, S

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  10. KayAugust 19, 2014 at 3:19 PM

    lovely magpie!!

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  11. Eddie BluelightsAugust 20, 2014 at 6:57 PM

    Beautifully crafted ~ Magpie I am sure is proud of your poem ~ Eddie . . . :)

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  12. Carrie Van HornAugust 21, 2014 at 4:30 PM

    That last stanza is glorious Rene!!

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  13. Tess KincaidAugust 23, 2014 at 2:46 PM

    Sand art ultimatums...oh yeah...

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  14. Indigo RothAugust 24, 2014 at 10:45 AM

    Beautiful and evocative x Indigo

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  15. lynn'sgardenSeptember 13, 2014 at 7:14 AM

    So good, Rene!!

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