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Wednesday, 9 November 2011

Touch - 8

The silky feel of crumbled compost
sieved free of twigs and leaf
fresh scented
dark and mysterious
it runs through my fingers
like soft sand. 
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  1. Anonymous9 November 2011 at 15:00

    Earthy and yet heavenly, with a touch of mystery. Wonderful.

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