tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817210109712823825.post7983455977475818218..comments2023-11-02T05:46:12.161-04:00Comments on Dreams Underfoot: cleaving the murksusan said sohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17427481695202748942noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817210109712823825.post-36812521438786492702011-03-06T06:23:32.367-05:002011-03-06T06:23:32.367-05:00"... the air, while still cold, is cold-tinge..."... <i>the air, while still cold, is cold-tinged-with-warm, instead of warm-tinged-with-cold.</i>"<br /><br />You found such beautifully poetic words to express something I felt too, yesterday morning, walking along the river of my childhood at sunrise. <br /><br />To spring,<br />MerisiMerisihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16781937797213521146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817210109712823825.post-85665921043432019902011-03-04T19:13:02.487-05:002011-03-04T19:13:02.487-05:00spring peepers. (giggles)spring peepers. (giggles)my favorite and my best- MFAMB to youhttp://www.myfavoriteandmybest.comnoreply@blogger.com