Winter Ships
A fleet of ragged clouds, sailing across the sky; no admiral ever commanded a squadron so sublime -- no metaphor can capture it, no figure of speech describe the scene which I've just witnessed, to see it in your own mind.This is just a "snapshot"---it isn't meant to be an extensive work. Written February 8th, 2002 © on Feb 07 2002 03:08 PM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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