Tuesday, October 01, 2013
Back linking today to Sunday Whirl Wordle #128
Were a swarm of ghosts unbidden, gathered where patches of mushrooms grow, over yonder hillside edges, the tribe of Thumberlinas with their diaphanous wings, and fallen stars tipping magical wands would, albeit, in worship songs, exact sharp rays of sunlight in a morning spill
fern tips unfurl...
mystery of rain showers
85 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS