A bright field of wheat
A bright field of wheat,
unobscured by trees, is a
custard slice of sky.
unobscured by trees, is a
custard slice of sky.
posted by Pete Green at
20:44
11 August 2007
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- Name: Pete Green
- Location: Sheffield, United Kingdom
Poet, musician and snowflake. Sporadically sparkly. Rising slowly. Pedestrian. Grimbarian. Edgelander. King of the impossible. Big girl's blouse.
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