Roy Shepard The Interloper For serenity we come and a sense of history bleached and charcoal rubbings of sentiments dried out to smiles and languid assurance that over the long haul nothing is...
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Roy Shepard Great Blue Heron The wonder was mutual, I not to be expected. As for myself thought had narrowec vision to the path proper when below me blue of a steel sky soundless his wings reached...
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Roy Shepand Hubris in March There is an instant before the vernal equtm when I would like to decide. Shoots crack through my crust that try as I might cannot be stopped. Another seedtime, another...
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