~Civilisation~
Billions of hearts beating
different rhythms.
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You can read all about Uncle Spike’s peace initiative in his post here
Further to this, you might like to check out his seasonal post Across the so-called divide, which includes an uplifting musical surprise.
Winter sun squeezes
low between naked branches
crowned by feathered clouds.
Waning crescent moon
slumps low in her sky hammock.
Dawn sings lullaby.
Morning plays ball-game;
lobs sun over horizon
where ocean meets sky.
Ornamental grass
feathers November skyline:
shifts focus from grey.
Sarah Potter Writes 