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By Pat G
Through each glossy pane cognate snow capped mountains gleam Chinese porcelain Early winter's dusk a muttering of mallards lost to river mist.The porcelain is as near as I can get to Ming - as close as my dining room hutch (unfortunately not Ming). For dusk I had to throw in the mallards. Written December 18th, 2001 © on Dec 17 2001 03:53 PM PST, Pat Grantt 0 • 10
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