Away from my keyboard

mirror2

And moving thro’ a mirror clear
That hangs there all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.

shadows
“I am half-sick of shadows,” said
The watcher to the mirror.
I’m off.

going away
I may be here
city
Or here
alps
Or even here
home

But I’ll be back in August.
august

See you all then!!

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