Discovery

“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” -Proust

Haiku

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Pale pink faces hide

among blades of tall lush grass

her name is clover

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birds trill in shade trees

milk is spilled across

an empty blue sky

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Fern fronds face about

a venture in triangles

fabric from 80’s