through the heart. Isn't that an interesting twist of words. And yet, Spring is just that -- straight
through our hearts, into our hearts. & we smile. Just as the soup tantalizes the tongue and delivers joy. & the poem, you ask? Straight through the eye & heart. Or did I mean art?
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dripping from the forest pines--
what's it like in Appalachia?
Steam makes me think of mornings--
corners looked at again...