days of stone
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by
on the pier scattering tears and ashes …the wind dies Ryan Stone First published at Echidna Tracks
faded doll, old memories shelved Ryan Stone
fuchsia sunset so far from the city of her birth Ryan Stone
his vital smile and untroubled eyes —enlistment photo Ryan Stone
louder and louder the smell of Nanna’s kitchen Ryan Stone
storm understory broken nest glitter, lone magpie Ryan Stone
determined thief— forest fire steals all but their last embrace Ryan Stone
a wasted chance to unite in one voice… tonight, I weep Ryan Stone
ice on her duck pondgently melts into waterchanging…not leaving Ryan Stone
at the hot springs below the line of thought I find you, old friend Ryan Stone
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