| Shirley |
| Ann |
| Simon |
| House |
| Gazette |
| Pink mist on the horizon and her closeness blinds me. He is found out and he is undone while she is gone and She broods mischief . Something has happened and trust is undone and things come together and part. |  |
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Silver, Gold and Jewels that
smother, Fruit that ripens from the Mother Before all things it does not sour Final sense at final hour. |
| A new conflict starts but is anyone watching? Closing is made harder from a difficult opening. Colors mask inadequacy and the old men think of white. |  |