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every time I reread the name of horses I have tears in my eye. Why? I guess it is about the most honest and upright way to convey the meaning of love
I have been collaborating with Donald Hall for the past few years...combining his words and my photographs. If you like his poetry you should visit my website: www.eaglepondgallery.com
I want to learn more about him
The clock of my days winds down.The cat eats sparrows outside my window.Once, she brought me a small rabbitwhich we devoured together, underthe Empire Tablewhile the men shriekedrepossessing the gold umbrella.Now the beard on my clock turns white.