Frosted and Feathery canvas My feet escape and touch

My feet escape and touch the distant shore that always seems to only wait

It will always get noticed and spark a conversation

My knees and elbows moisten as the sink into the rich and fertile soil

Like Mark's other lamp

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Frosted and Feathery canvas My feet escape and touchFrosted and all feathery and nearer to fourteen below, Lake Michigans transcendental waters always invite and so often entice. So spiritual and so very divine, She always tempts and always seems to please. So cold yet so warm, I came early and waited for the first sign of light on this brand new day. Point Betsie revealed another nugget of beauty. A nuzzle and a brush with beauty this grand will forever call me back and will always want me to come