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Waste Places by Ellen Marie Magee

The decision to be perfect, should not be lightly taken, For in order, form and function, often whimsy is forsaken,   A heap, a clump, a rogue-ish  pile, or any wayward place, with golden hues and cornflower blues, which reclaim … Continue reading

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