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August 4, 2016

On the dock stood you fourIMG_20160706_203037[1]

I stood casting from the shore

Soft sod between my toes

Breeze quietly rippling willow boughs

River reflecting nectarine clouds

Rainbows sprung up from a false dawn

As the sun faded beyond, beyond

We were so bathed in that golden light

In bliss, though river rainbows refused to bite.

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  1. August 5, 2016 08:58

    Great remembrance of a perfect day with wonderful people.


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