if not for the ice the gulls would be well-fed and there would be no excuse not to end the uncertainty © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
Ah...uncertainty. Lives lived. Not always as they seem. I love the brooding sense of this painting, Diane and think you've captured it in your poem. COLD and sobering.
Ah...uncertainty. Lives lived. Not always as they seem. I love the brooding sense of this painting, Diane and think you've captured it in your poem. COLD and sobering.
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