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1. 

   glenn sparks on April 10, 2014 at 8:03 am

   lesley your sense of sky is sublime

   sky pour light
   like Love
   awake

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2. 

   Tricia on April 10, 2014 at 11:00 am

   {Happy sigh. . . smile}

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3. 

   Leslie Mason on April 10, 2014 at 2:58 pm

   Glorious; both poem and vision!

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   Bob Kuyper on April 10, 2014 at 3:27 pm

   Lovely. Makes me think of those times I lay on my back and contemplate the vastness of the pinda world.

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5. 

   Rudy on April 11, 2014 at 9:00 am

   Cirrus are the willows of the sky. Graceful, wispy, and light, so beautifully captured in both your verse and image. Thank you for sharing your perfect words.

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6. 

   Lesley on April 11, 2014 at 10:54 am

   Thank you all for your kind responses. This little poem came in as I stood out in the spring wind and shot the image. During spring, New Mexico is extremely windy, so the sense of those beautiful clouds seeming so still amidst the pummeling felt like I do sometimes when my outer world is a tornado and yet I am quiet at the center. Rudy, I so appreciate the analogy of the willows.

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