
Stake Nets These stake nets; stitch the sands to the sky, knit the present to the past, join the horizon to where we stand. These stake nets; are slowly parting as years stretch the thread, unpicking our story, leaving us divided… …leaving us behind. Derek Ross
Love the poem, Derek.
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The color photo gives such a different feeling than the black-and-white ones. I love the poem.
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This is a pleasurable treat. I loved the quaint little rhythm with some wonderful words. Beautiful.
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Thanks for that Shanyu. It’s a pity these things are disappearing, but things move on I suppose. Glad to meet you.
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My absolute pleasure friend
Have a fantastic day..
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