my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



10/21/11

i love it
when the things are
just simple and if you pass
them by its just like nature
simple clear

i made these brass
flowers thinking of
early morning when
the dew is in and dawn
comes with pale light drying it







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warmly,
olga.




olga