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forgiving the rain due from Snapshot Press

all this green forgiving the rain

(first published by tiny words, 13.3.2008)

I never thought that one little haiku written in my head while driving along the motorway in the rain would end up being the title of a book... but it is and I am very happy.

forgiving the rain, my haibun collection, will be published by Snapshot Press in November 2012. Lovely.

Now to find a cover image that will serve the collection well.
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  1. Frank...13 May 2012 at 18:39

    Congratulations, Lynne...

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  2. Gillena Cox16 May 2012 at 12:59

    Congratulations


    much love...

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  3. Lynne Rees16 May 2012 at 13:10

    Thanks so much, Frank & Gillena. x

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  4. Rosemary Nissen-Wade7 July 2012 at 08:55

    Excellent!

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  5. Rosemary Nissen-Wade17 August 2012 at 22:53

    Oh, forgot I had already commented. :) Well, it is good to remind myself of this forthcoming event.

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  6. Lynne Rees18 August 2012 at 13:50

    Thanks, Rosemary - again : ) I think I have a cover sorted now... I'll post that once it's definite!

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