The late afternoon sun
pierces our stained glass
windows, sending
streams of brilliant
colour shafting their way
onto furniture, floors
and rugs, transforming
this house into a magical
winter garden, landscaped
by a wickedly-humoured
colour technician.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
The Late Afternoon Sun
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Poetry
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