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Mornings From The California Notebooks 2015

Posted on March 24, 2015 by anna mosca

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the tenderness
of that sky
laying his silky

wrap over me
in the morning
opens my eyes

to deep gratitude
glimpses of love
peaking through

as little drops left

after the rain
on the heads
of grass blades

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simonhlilly on March 24, 2015 at 3:05 pm said:

Sweet.

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- anna mosca on March 26, 2015 at 9:57 am said:
  
  Thank you.
  
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Roaming Snyder Publishing on March 24, 2015 at 7:54 pm said:

Reblogged this on The Songs of Barnabas Collins.

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- anna mosca on March 26, 2015 at 10:04 am said:
  
  Thank you for re-blogging!
  
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suchled on March 30, 2015 at 1:25 am said:

I am lots older than you but that made me think of Jack Kerouac and the Big Sur.

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- anna mosca on April 29, 2015 at 12:51 am said:
  
  😊
  
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suchled on March 30, 2015 at 1:26 am said:

…….and who said Kerouac was a myth?

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- anna mosca on April 29, 2015 at 12:53 am said:
  
  Me, meaning he was legendary, great, innovative, deep, fantastic and so much more
  
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  - suchled on April 29, 2015 at 1:08 am said:
    
    Yep. You got it.
    
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alfgarnet on April 26, 2015 at 2:38 pm said:

Lovely words and a brilliant picture Ty , stay safe, take care

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- anna mosca on April 29, 2015 at 12:51 am said:
  
  Thank you for your comment and nice wishes!
  
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