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Writers Ground
'
Come sit
upon this tapestry.
Let fingertips feel each blade of grass.
Look up,
see clouds meander by.
Lay back,
melt into all ever felt--
and be
with pen tendrilled words,
transcend--
all time, touch, sound and taste.
This here my friend,
is sacred space.
The oyster your grit refines.
This here,
is
writers' ground
-Rebecca Stirling
Writing and communicating about travel, adventure, sailing, preserving cultures, women, love.
Promoting writers and writing.
read. write on.
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