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Unique blog highlighting the small towns up and down the Snoqualmie River in Western Washington. Updated often with new works. On the editing table: Miniature Donkey Birthday Party at historic Baxter Barn, The Art of the Alpaca Shearer.

Owner: TLStokes

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  • Alexandra and the AncientsWho am I an empty roomof abalone caverns,collecting thoughts like birds.Empty handed,waiting breathlessfor the poemto arrive.Who am I iridescent, flying light,reflected shapes, black depths,finned and wrapped in fluid armor,spellbound instincttelling...
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    on Apr 30, 2011
    (photo from: myshadowproductions@comcast.net,Doug Carrick, and Wildearth)The YoungerThe days and nights of innocenceare black rivers bending away,moving like airand the unnamed mystery.We drop into the spaceof there being no time.Mother's head drops...
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    on Apr 28, 2011
    As the orb of heat and yellowlays ribbons across the high pillar,my father listens for me. Out the windowI came slowly into your world. Now as I sleepI dream I am covered in mother feathersand the warmth of her heart drumsinto my visions. Father tuck...
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    on Apr 28, 2011
    In the glorious day of the eaglewhile the watchers danced and prayedI asked the teacher:Do you rememberwhen we talked about griefand then Norfolk happened the next dayand then we talked about balanceand the white egg cracked so its voicecould come to...
  • the watchers in the year of the eagle
    on Apr 27, 2011
    It was the year of the eagles,across the sea an islandcomes apart, waters moved like trains,mountain clouds roseand swept God's hem droppingcinder and jewels.The earth settles back into her circular wisdom holding seasonslike kites in the wind.The wa...
  • I have always loved you
    on Apr 27, 2011
    I have loved you from before the timeI met you,I dreamed of you as light striking sky,as wing-true-beat,wisdom in flight,and I dreamed again before I knew youas my heart, hot bowl of my chestgrew warmer,as you were drawn to me,and I to you.I have lov...
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