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By chris Date: 2006 Mar 12 Comment on this Work [[2006.03.12.16.23.8255]] |
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Born on a La Dolce Vita afternoon - did the clouds trace lacy shadows over the foothills that day? I can see it all - a window left open, a bright daylit room newly-painted and waiting for you while the Bosque had shed its green preparing for the cold that would drop down from the blue dome of sky above but for the moment filled with radiant nothing... And so it was that you were born - born to live, born to be loved. |