"OWL (Palindrome)
Too held in its tide,
tan, a meek owl woke,
emanated its tin, idle hoot."
--@Anthony_Etherin
Tumbleweed moments everywhere.
"He allowed himself to love these streets, as though they were a poem he had once memorized, and the years when he had first seen these colors and stones and studied these faces seemed a rich and vauable part of what he was now." --The Master
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