The brisk Autumn winds
rustle the leaves taking death
leaving the dying.
Sunlight filtered gold
a tree full of butterflies
fluttering nowhere.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
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My original blog. My thoughts on anything. I occasionally still put yarn or fiber things here but for the most part you can find those things at http://www.DyedBrightHere.com. Please follow me on Twitter! I'm @BrightEyedDyer
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