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when the shards as ice is a flake minuscule and magnificent touches the skin time in a heartbeat then a drop of dew count them thousands count them supreme the descent from high messages in the fractal trace each landing on upturned face who would speak face to face the captive eye three before what time is tea time pouring the golden new each drop into a fragrant brew the clink of spoon and altogether this is soon the cup to lips would brew a kiss of summer and sojourn --- |
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whew...thought at first it said "sharts"
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Nice write!
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