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Dryad
Following William Questing far and deep I come to the poets To artists and dreamers of thought who ‘Soar on wings above the earth. Sometimes to dive and touch the mire But only to graze,... More »
Dryad
Going Home Everyone agrees With a sort of empty sandpaper sadness That an adult Just cannot go home again Everything there has changed And so have you Everything looks the same Seems the... More »
Dryad
The Physical The body that carried emotion. Delight spun brilliant yellow; stretch and lengthen, inside my elbows behind my knees, long, strong, back muscles reach and stretch - crisp, radiant lemon fingers stretching - grasping,... More »
Dryad
Magic. The house is extremely beautiful, but more than that, it is a place of magic, this is agreed by everyone who has ever been there. It is filled with the magic of childhood; the... More »
Dryad
I have always wanted to live in a tree house, but I've never wanted to be in any cave. People have dragged me in to a few - Luray Caverns in Virginia, Carlsbad Caverns in... More »
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While walking through the neighborhood where I grew up, I met the owner of the Bed and Breakfast that is located in the house where my best friend lived when I was a child. I... More »
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