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![]() Images of Us Images of Friends Gallery by Glas |
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Zephyr
So soft the wood, and quiet zephyr-path As through the trees it winds its windy way To brush the hair, or softly trace the lips And wander on, no longer here to stay. |
Foolish Thunderer
Olympus Mons reigns on the world as well As those beyond, and sees the worlds between But never understands.
It is the Way of Things. Come and see with me |
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Terpsichorean Dream
The Muse of choral dance - Terpsichore - can be a fickle lass. And if no dancers heed Her call but one, She is a goddess still, And Musing, crafts a dreaming partner. |
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