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| Katharine Russell at work, an image which looks remarkably like Katharine Russell at play |
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| This Month's Haiku
My dog knows my soul, amber eyes a universe gravitational.
Previous Haiku
A bird on a ledge promises to soar or dive. Fate robed in feathers.
Raindrops make circles on the pond, but rut the road. Beauty feeds ruin.
I'd let Change onboard, bit Inertia gets jealous, refuses to stop.
Man knows he will die, birds know how to migrate, know the end, the way.
Be my only love, and I will ever savor soul delight, my dove.
Nature contains man, man nature. Containment is a blind circle dance.
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