Three Haiku

Nostalgia

A box of photos.
The debris of simpler times.
Wonderful and sad.

Lament
Time still gives no clues
As to how you changed the trees
From oak to willow.

Green

white sails
humming
breathe again

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	Maggie on Dudley and Eunice
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	Maggie on Dudley and Eunice
	Rockall Mugs \| Will… on It’s Pissing Down On…
	Peak 3 (Stillborn) \|… on Alderley Edge
	erroneouschoices on Brittle (for Greg)
	hana on Succotash

Will Vigar