Here there and back again the August moon captures the imagination with a wonder of where summer has gone. Some roses wilt as others bloom in a turning. The ridge is rich though some colors tend to fade a bit. Some flowers give way.
And wave faded color at day rather like a banner of light and joy.
If I could only find the sunflower.
Good night, God bless and as ever be well. Stephen Craig Rowe
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