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Kirsty Karkow
Maine US

I drive slowly through light mist on this country road. I am on my way to visit an old and dear friend  who is very, very ill. My mind wanders amongst all sorts of memories. We have shared so many ups and downs over the years...

a flock flies
from the cornfield--
one white dove

Next Read "First memories" by Carmen Sterba

 

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