Haiku: we deliver I grey day low-hanging snow clouds I imagine light streaming down on us we pack up drive off sunshine breaks thru clouds bright shafts gleam like arms of light truck passes comments via bold ad on its side winks WE DELIVER proof of old snow clouds traffic no shot of sunrays now you conjure them II you wanted light streams in the sky say will for now horizontal do?
Excited how words make us come alive and connect us across time and space. How we can share our love for shooting stars, jacaranda trees and the mystery of thunder storms. How the crystalline design of snowflakes holds a world of meaning.
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