breezing through a memory   courtesy of etsy.com morning sun tugs at the road’s coattails as if it wants it to go                   this way and for some unknown reason i want to          need to                   follow it to                            where ever like a fuzzy dandelion seed breezing through a memory midi 'stormy monday' submitted to the Quickie Challenge #70 By Lydia Shutter © 2012 Lydia Shutter (All rights reserved)

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