Alliterative moments of the day:
a black dog frisking in a frosted field
a robust red robin in the rickety pear tree
Kona coffee comforting my cup
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- Christie
- Creative writer - Traveler - Archaeologist manque - Ardent lover of the play of light, the journeyings of time, things ephemeral and ancient
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