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(Poem by Wendy Howe ) She rents a cottage, arriving when the harsh wind migrates north and leaves embers of a breeze to warm the wisteria growing along blue shutters and stucco wall. Here, her long eyelashes paint intangible ease on the air; and you can feel how relieved she becomes settling into this room so distant from the riots in her homeland where flames burn an embassy and pines pierce the sky like bayonettes. Tomorrow, she will gather sprigs of the flowering vine, place them in a jar and find her perspective between light and water, shadow and glass. To know more about this poem, about Wendy Howe All Images & Poems (En) 
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