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A Small LifeLike a blue brick cottage forgotten to the fields, my life is small. rain and sun mingle gently across the weeks, through the blue door comes and goes friends, and loves to its hearth.A Small Life
Small is my life; I have made no exception with the Sun. No hand's shook no excuse, a neighbor shone.
Small, gentle. like a window recording a wind-winged glide of gulls passing often
Well I understand this life, to be all life can be- young is the kindling wood, set below the greatest fires.
by ~bigdt87
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- Favourite genre of music: strange & beautiful folk, psych-outs, bliss
- Favourite style of art: mysteries, Klimt
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