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Oops! I goofed up. This Edition of 25 Photos were only meant to appear in the Gallery where they landed and not in a separate thread.
I guess I'm not all that good at following the WebMasters' directions.

At any rate, through these images I, like so many others, find our inner selves under the thrall of what someone recently referred to as the Treasureness
...the soul essential...the sub-dermal, topophilia of these Bays.


The Ink of My Heart

The ink of my heart shows red and pours over the entire page-

This heart enshrines Love with words,
then pulls away like the tide
to reveal red roses, genuflected on the sand where seagulls cry.

Each man is but a bottle at sea, a letter enclosed.

Each man is an ocean that generates these encapsulated cries
like burgeons of a mind,
fallen and abandoned over waves.

For each telling attempted, the ocean awakens.
It opens a heart encumbered by reefs through which
other lives circulate.
Hurt halts for an infinite moment when a hesitant hand
holds parchment
with timeless regard for its anemone's tenderness and texture.

Marilene Phipps-Kettlewell

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nice Zed!

Love your pictures in the gallery!