BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
Pier
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Behind the lines.
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
Might drive down to the sea, under the pier.
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
A low pass over the bridge.
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
A low pass over the bridge
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
Frigido River
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
river in the sea
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
Bridge
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
My way
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
River
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
Bridge
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With the pier I'll try the Purple Rose.
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
It's an awful lot of trouble to watch a woman stroll along the cliff
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
The white clouds don't mix....they reflect.
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
Even the grandeur of a blue sky is really an optical illusion.
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
To be green and upriver
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
I love the smell of this pier
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
The thin red line of light.
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
Jung called it synchronicity, the interconnectedness of apparently unrelated events.
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
My world is hindered by absence.
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
......against the eternal thing
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
And in the enchantment of the moment, we'd let poetry work its magic.
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
This place has ... glow, a magical feeling , a pink atmosphere.
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
I cannot find music that suits this atmosphere
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
Instead of following the light, She'll go out and follow a sound or in this case, a scent as inspiration.
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
Not until I hook a fish.
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
Just takin' the dog out for one last walk.
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
I'm going to see the sky.
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
He said there was a swing set in the beach, just like in my dream.
BarbaraBonanno BNNRRB:
That's weird. It's almost empty.
