Saturday, August 4, 2012

In My Place










In my place
Upon the worn path
With the tall trees
That lead to the lake,
I feel the heat lift.


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  1. the walking manAugust 5, 2012 at 6:50 AM

    There is a subtle love for your life stated here Karen. At times I wish I could hold a thought as lightly as you wield your pen.

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  2. Far Beyond The RidgeAugust 5, 2012 at 12:00 PM

    It's funny where home can be, isn't it?
    And it's amazing what you can do with so few words.
    Rick

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