There on a cliff was a shadow, from where I could see
it looked far away. The wind was blowing and it felt as
if snow was on it's way. Upon that cliff top there once stood
a house built of stone. Her stone and cobbles were painted
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What an amazing poem-story, and you have the poets gift of painting such great pictures when others can only see sand upon the shore.Wonderful writing again fron you what a font of inspiration you share.Love Duncan