leaves in the millions green, wavy, rustling wind Look! the fish is still.
In the stillness before the coming storm, one leaf waving madly. dark, slightly humid soothing quiet crickets chirp ...lovely heart endures as the subtle arc of summer mourns bleeding through it's tender thorns hostile fresh with growing old descending flowers falling Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/
