I watch the mist move
like a silent magician’s
wand across the water.
The hills of Leelanau
vanish into vaporous
waves of white veils.
A wet ghost drapes
his soppy sheets
upon me and
the sapphires
of lake and sky.
Encasing us all.
SPEAK FOR THE LAND Temples of sacred rock Templates of sequestered ravines Treasures of seasonal ren...
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Honoring Anne Frank's 90th Birthday Week with a view from her window in the Attic of her family's Annex hiding spot -
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