I bumped into a neighbor who suggested a new walking route. It was gold! And a new favored walking pathway. I came across an irrigation pond as lovely as a true lake. With geese gliding on water! I'm sad I'm not a painter from the Dutch Golden Age.
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Above the vineyards
the diva
sky
becomes a bonnet
for beaming
light
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