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October 25, 2011

when the shadows are long by ~prairiedaisy

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Published: Jul 5, 2010

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inspired by a late-afternoon walk.

(c) prairiedaisy 2010. All rights reserved.

Suggestions welcome as always.

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25/10/11 - thanks guys. i had no idea anyone still read me at all, especially since i've been away for so long.

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medievallass

Jan 5, 2014

Lovely work! I really like the imagery, especially in the third verse.

Hayley

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