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22 February 2010

High Driving

Lake one side
sea on the other
I’m driving
into cloud
those towering white mountains
along the high ridge.
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2 comments:

  1. Pearl25 February 2010 at 04:51

    sounds thrilling.

    reminds me of of a trip to eastern Canada, along the goat-path-road coastline of Cape Breton, Nova Scotia

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade25 February 2010 at 17:04

    That sounds thrilling! Mine was more scenic, really.

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