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golden illusions
water gushes through her fingers
rows of cow dung cakes
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golden illusions
water gushes through her fingers
rows of cow dung cakes
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Haiku inspired (mostly) by my walks in and around Eastbourne
Ese' s Voice 
golden illusions
nothing but a load
of crap
I like your haiku much better. It’s said more eloquently.
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😀 And she hits nail right on the head…
By the way – have had many attempts on commenting your posts but haven’ t been able to…seems like only “Name/URL” works in my case, unfortunately.
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Nice. I like the details which make it places specific. I tried to do that as well.
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surreal, gritty and filled with mystery – love it…
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She wasn’t called Pat by any chance?
Arabian Sea
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Certainly down to earth!
Sunset as Paradise
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at the end of the day the cow dung has a lovely aroma and flies lots of biting flies
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This sounds dirty. lol. I didn’t quite get this from the video but our minds all wander in different places. Thanks for your lovely comment on mine. Don’t know what to say about cow dung. Dunga Gin.
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Very different take on the prompt! Realistic and down to ‘earth.’
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