I Was Never Gone....

" The little reed, bending to the force of the wind, soon stood upright again when the storm had passed over. " ~ Aesop

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Project 365 - A photo a day... 

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Acrostics Only- { flashback to May }

Cay

Currents pound the shore
Ancient sands shift with the tides
Young turtles emerge

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
5-11-2012

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Sunday Scribblings #330- "distance"

Sea Side

echoes of distance

hot sands welcome our bare toes

fancy castles fall

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

7-29-2012

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Sunday Citar- 

" The Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time."

  ~ H. P. Lovecraft

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Debate- 

his loudest harangue

had unsettled the fierce

my tirade began

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

6-15-2012

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Thanks for stopping by today.. I have let myself become sadly behind on my blogs.. I am still writing almost every day but for some reason seem to be called away from the computer more and more.. Camera's seem to fall apart in my hands spitting out white photo's that have me screaming "Sunday School Words".. I will strive to do better... I hope you have a great day!

Patsy

Time to Juggle...

" The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together." ~ William Shakespeare

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Project 365 - A Photo a Day





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Haiku Heights- The April Heights - Day 28 

 - #140 - CLARITY

I See

heartless clarity
thrust upon a Mother's eyes
the butchers clothes burn

Written By; Patricia Sawyer
4-28-1012

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Acrostics Only-

Rhythm

rise and fall
harmonize
your beat
throbs and thumps
hands keep time
measuring life's sweet melodies

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
4-28-2012

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Spade

some fellow the white coats call spade
perceived a great fortune be made
as a new day arose
drew great birds on his toes
escaping the white coats dismayed

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
4-20-2012

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Paella

pan sizzle.. open air
add peppers..garlic..snails.. beware
extra herbs.. boil to a broth
lemon squeeze on rice.. no froth
lots of beans.. hare if you wish
Aha Paella.. a tasty dish

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
4-28-2012

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Haiku My Heart- "spring flowers"



Spring Flowers

verdant vines stretching
lift sweet scents into the air ~
blue birds build a nest

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
4-26-2012

One Single Impression #217- verdant

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Haiku Wednesday- conversation

Confessions

trusting confidence
a conversation prayed ~
darkest clouds relieve

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
4-27-2012

Tuesday Trifecta - confidence

3 a: a relation of trust or intimacy
b : reliance on another's discretion
c : support especially in a legislative body

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Trying On Some Words...

" If you spend your whole life waiting for the 

storm, you'll never enjoy the sunshine."

~ Morris West

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Project 365- a Photo Everyday!

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Acrostics Only- Prompt B: Acrostic Haiku

Eau

essence infused
an aromatic sprinkle ~
unscented I drink

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
4-26-2012

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Haiku Heights ~The April Heights - Day 26 -
#138 - MELODY

Cloistered

sweetest melody
sends chimney swifts cavorting~
novices confess

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
4-26-2012

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Where Does My Time Go?

" Stay a child while you can be a child. " 

   ~ Stephen Sondheim

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Project 365- a Photo a Day..! Week 11...



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Haiku My Heart-

The Sands

loud sea gulls circle
high atop the wooden stairs
giggles turn to squeals

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
3-17- 2012

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Acrostics Only- Acrostic Haiku

Sap

seasonal syrup
annually rise and fall~
pancakes are cooking

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
3-22-2012

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Sometimes I Wish Upon All the Stars...

" Poets wish to profit or to please. " 

   - Horace

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Acrostics Only- Acrostic Haiku

Due

days of love are past

un-done jeans cradle new life

eager babe labors

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

1-24-2012

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Mad Kane's Limerick ~ Offs

A Gated Limerick

a gal with a very full plate

decided to leave love to fate

she had a ten year plan

and a sexy pool-man

at her house on the hill upstate

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

1-23-2012

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Succinctly Yours Week 44

Succinctly Yours offers a weekly photo and word as inspiration for your micro-fiction. How low can you go? Choose the 140 character or 140 word option. This weeks word is Bluster...

Always more bluster than bully, 

Jack stood quietly while his 

saddle was adjusted.

It was his sister, Jenny, 

that was an ass.

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3 Word Wednesday-  downhill/ freak/ sliver

The Faintest Flicker

sitting across from you 

I struggle to control the beast

inside of me..

I want to scream and yell

that this is not all that there is..

I want to lecture about freaks

and downhill spirals and blessings

that take ballet and learn to play the organ..

but for the life of me I can not choke

the joy that I see in your eyes..

and for just one second .. I too 

caress a sliver of hope...

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

1-23-2012

Carry on Tuesday- "Is that all there is?"

Trifecta week #11- Beast- something formidably difficult to control or deal with

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The Lightening Show was Awesome...

" Oh, the brave music of a distant drum!"
- Omar Khayyám

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Project 365- a Photo a Day!



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Haiku Wednesday- meditate


Tempest

quiet meditation
motionless self harmony
cleansing teardrops fall

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
11-16-2011

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Acrostics Only

Preach

Praises
Raised
Enthusiastically
All
Commandments
Hollered!

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
11-16-2011


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The Sunday Whirl- Wordle #30
We Write Poems - Prompt #80

Pamela Sayers asked us to gather a minimum of twelve words, then write little snapshots in response to each word. Each small “poemlet” could stand on its’ own or perhaps have some relationship to the rest... as usual I have combined a few meme's to write what my heart and soul believed in..


A Dozen Thoughts

what impetus moves the bees
diligently.. sweetly

justifiable vindication..declared
my middle finger stands..

eloquent words sputtered
the Holy Book pounding the podium

no solace for the sinners
no cuddles for me

friendship swivels
on a tightrope with no balance

motionless I stand
but the chirping birds pass me by

pretty pink coral smoothed
deep in my blue jean pocket

rapidly the world spins on
no worries no worries man

point at your brother
homeless needy despairing

stand tall Samaritan
your strength is in the weary

the cleaning lady giggles
effortlessly attracting consideration

Ahhh... Another lunch hour has escaped me
while I was giving my life some thought

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
11-16-2011


3 Word Wednesday- impetus / solace / vindication

Weekend Wordsmith- Lunch

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Cooking on a New Stove?

" Wisdom too often never comes, and so one ought not to reject it merely because it comes late. " 

      ~ Felix Frankfurter

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Project 365- a Photo a Day..!..



Woodpecker's Smorgasbord

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Acrostics Only

Lollipop

little

ones

love 

lollies

I

prefer

orange

please!

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

11-15-2011

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Leg

leap linger or lead

exercise, escort or edge

grunt or gasp... just GO..

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

11-15-2011

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Hello

his woman called out a hello

entering back doors she would go

led along by her man

life was one foolish plan

only fights each night in jello

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

11-15-2011

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Succinctly Yours - serene



The Dud

He lived in a blue house and owned a blue boat. 

He did yoga for God's sake. She expected life to be serene. 

No more speed dating for her.      (138)

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I Am Striding Towards 52....

" I'd like to live as a poor man with lots of money. " - Pablo Picasso

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Project 365- A Photo A Day!

Marked down for Santa...



















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Acrostics Only

Phase

Perhaps you are stuck in a phase
Have life in a sad and blue haze
Always paint on a smile
Surely life is a trial
Each have thorns in their own bouquets

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
10-30-2011

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Ill

Insides bubbling
Legs shaking hand over mouth
Lid lifted I bow

Written By; Patricia Sawyer
10-30-2011

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We  Write Poems #78- Trick or Treat

Trick or Treat- (a shadorma)

sweet carnage
one quick jerk armed
with a string
small puncture
unseen by the greedy eyed
halfway home snatched

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
11-2-2011

3 Word Wednesday- carnage / jerk / puncture

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2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 2



Poetic Bloomings- In form poet-Shadorma
This sextet (six-lined) poem is thought to have originated in Spain. It includes a syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5.

Remember- (a shadorma)

" Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love. " ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

cabbage plants
half grown still bundled
forgotten
my great fear
a heaviness on my soul
pray remember me

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
11- 02-2011

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Mad Kane's Limerick Offs-

Man Overboard

a fellow had just let it slip
his plans for an overnight trip
with a gal twenty one
they had way to much fun
his rich wife now grieves aboard ship

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
11-01-2011

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Can We Ever Forget that Moment in Time..?

" We live in a world of guns, bombs and terror. To conquer hate seems a nigh-impossible task. "
       ~ Theodore Bikel

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Project 365 - a Photo Every Day...

Terror

A sudden call to duty

Towers of power fall

Victims and victors screaming

A nation stands appalled

Scratching at flea collars

Both wrist and ankles bound

Children used as sacrifice

Continues to astound

He hates the word deployment

He wants to hold his girl

The agony pours from his eyes

Behind the sandstorm swirl

Thinking of his Mama                                               

His heart begins to race                                                   Writers Weekend Retreat #36

How many years.. how many lives                                                                                              

Before he leaves this place?

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

9-9-2011

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Acrostics Only- Children's Corner-

Boogeyman


Be gone you
One eyed fiend !
Out scary shadow !
Goblins and witches
Evacuate ! No more
Yellow bellied bumps !
Mama ordered them
All be gone !
Now we sleep...

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
9-9-2011

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Thursday Tales   {photo by Starling Photography}

Duty Calls

 

Logan bowed his head as the tolling began.. The withered priest tugged the ropes.. ringing the mission bell over and over.. echoing despair across the valley.. They had found her along the tracks.. another soul devoured.. Records would show her to be the seventy seventh victim but he knew the number was much higher..

Sliding his treasure box back into the hearth's secret and replacing the bricks.. he picked up his badge and holstered his revolver.. He would have liked a nap.. but patting his belly.. he headed for the door.. Sometimes you had to make sacrifices when duty called..

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
9-9-2011


Lily's Friday Prediction- Valley-  Mission- Record

Weekend Wordsmith- Hearth

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A Dry Sunday Here...

" The little reed, bending to the force of the wind, soon stood upright again when the storm had
passed over. "  - Aesop

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Project 365- a Photo a Day-

 
family fishes at new park as dog
naps nearby..
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 



 

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Mad Kane's Limerick Offs-

 

A Grave Situation

 

A fellow who thought he been had

embarked on a scheme gone mad

thus accepting his loss

gave his anger a toss

and stood by their tombs looking sad.

 

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

8-28-2011

 

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Acrostics Only

 

Regular Acrostic Prompts ~  

 #5- Emotions

Elation

Energetic

liveliness...

Arduous

triumph...

Intoxicating

optimism...

Nirvana

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

8-28-2011

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#6- Music and Dance-

Ballet

 

 

Balance By the Barre

Attitude And Applause

Lively Limbering Lunges

Leaps , Leotards and Lace

Energizing Extension Exercises

Twirling Tilting Talent

 

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

8-28-2011

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Innovative Acrostic Prompts- Acrostic Haiku

 

 

Sea

 

soothing lullaby

eternally secreting

ankle deep we wade

 

Written By: Patricia sawyer

8-28-20011

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Six Word Saturday-

 

great things are often scratched for....

 

 

 

Sunday Citar

 

 

"Boys, I may not know much,

but I know chicken poop from

chicken salad.”

              

                  - Lyndon B. Johnson

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Tuesday.. Hot.. Hot.. HOT!

"We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality. But given the state of the world, is it wise?" ~  Iris Murdoch

"We can love an honest rogue, but what is more offensive than a false saint?" ~  Jessamyn West

" That's hot. " ~ Paris Hilton

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Project 365- a Photo Every Day!

last week we had visitors.. this week we miss them a lot!!



















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Acrostics Only-


Old

odd opinions on
living and loving ~ loudly
delivered daily

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
7-19-2011


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Haiku Heights #52- String


In The Nest

bits of string become
colorful decorations~
blue bird babies chirp

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
7-19-2011

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Weekend Wordsmith- darts

Empty Elation


a banter of stinging darts
cast with no remorse

a phantom of love slipped away
pierced by hurtful words

the smirk of the perpetrator
will captivate no hearts

indecision is not an option
for fate shall have his way

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
7-19-2011

Sunday Scribblings #276- captivate
One Single Impression #177- Phantom
3 Word Wednesday- indecision- option- fate

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Words and More Words...

"Bats drink on the wing, like swallows, by sipping the surface, as they play over pools and
streams."       ~ Gilbert White
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Project 365-

ABC Wednesday... S is for

sixty or so..  sweating sunbathers.. swarming the salty sea-side sands..
from sunrise till sunset..







Sorry Sam-

S is for sentences.. stories and song..
for setting and seeing ..for shoulders and strong..

It's for sipping and seeing sixty six socks
it's for secrets and sleeping.. for students and stocks

It's for swinging and swearing ..for seven sword fighting
it's for silly sweepers.. searchers and sightings

It's for something so special .. like silk or the sea
It's for spelling spiders and good old sweet tea..

It's for snakes and for songbirds.. I love how they sing
It's for sacred and smooth..for soaring and string

S is for study.. for such and for storm
for sailboats and silent..for sand and for swarm

It's for self and for squeaky ..for squealing and splat
It's for so busy swirling  that I sat on my cat...
Sorry Sam!

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
5-25-2011

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Acrostic Only- Wings

Wings-

Wonderful
Iridescent
Nodules
Gathering
Speed

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
5-25-2011

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We Write Poems-

In the Beginning-

In the Beginning God..
solitude and boredom reined..
darkness.. divide he shouted
the earth fell away from the sky..
Let there be light he shouted
and the sun rose and set..
that's cool he said placing stars
moons and planets here and there
oceans and rivers sprang up where he
drew lines on the sand.. mountains rose
solid and strong.. rocks and stones stood tall
stirring the waters he muttered words 
whale and manatee swam from his fingertips..
toes in the sand he sang out pines and cherry rise..
soon the world was covered with plants..
bearing fruit and nuts.. he laughed ..
singing out new words and wonders..
monkeys and camels and elephants with tusks..
lions and tigers he shouted tossing each into their own space
kneeling beside the water he decided to make something special
something smart and able to care for his new and wonderful world..
rolling and shaping clay he did his very best..
he barely whispered one word.....
.... MAN... 
and unrest was born..

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
5-25-2011

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Wednesday and I Think It Will Be a Hot One!

"I think that no matter how old or infirm I may become, I will always plant a large garden in the spring. Who can resist the feelings of hope and joy that one gets from participating in nature's rebirth?"

  - Edward Giobbi

“If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?”

  - Kahlil Gibran

“Flowers leave some of their fragrance in the hand that bestows them”

 - Chinese Proverb

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Thursday Tales-

photo by - hidlight at DeviantArt

Acrostic Only- Acrostic Short Story-


Forgotten-
Fourteen years he had been gone.. the gossips had predicted his return a million times and in a million ways.. and now he stood at the top of the stairs and smoked.. dreading the creak of the rusty hinges and the jumble of plunder that waited behind the unlocked door..

Oddly enough he had returned hoping to be a welcome change in her life.. only to discover that she had forgotten all about him.. She had forgotten all about almost everything.. she had grinned at him from a puddle of tea that she had spilled and then decided to bathe in.. She had been sitting naked in the kitchen floor when he had arrived late last night.. " My Memory is rusty!" she had giggled.. " Who did you say you were?"

Reality was right now for her.. there was no yesterday in her mind.. No tomorrow or the next day either.. he had listened to her rambling on for hours last night.. she told him about her son who had gone to conquer the world.. she wondered where he was now and even though he told her again and again she didn't seem to hear that her lost boy had returned to the nest with a tangled body to match her tangled mind.. he hadn't wanted to come back here where nothing good had ever happened to him but he hadn't had much choice.. down to his last dollar and sick as a dog he had headed home at last..
Glory had never been his.. but he did enjoy the way she told his story.. she had told him of how many wonderful things he had accomplished in his life.. he sucked the dark smoke deep into his scarred lungs and wished even one of the grand things she dreamed up had been true.. and he was glad that she didn't know the truth about him.. It was almost better to have been forgotten..

Orange crayon hearts covered most of the door.. He wondered why the neighbors had never called the authorities to come and check on her.. was she never sick.. never violent.. never lost.. or did they just think she was weird and leave her alone to live in her own little world..
Terrible things could have happened to her in the city.. gangs and thugs were always looking for someone to use or even to hurt.. or kill.. Had she been a victim and just didn't know it.. how many awful things had she forgotten...

Time for him to stand up and do something right.. time to  become the wonderful son that she thought he was.. tomorrow they were going on an adventure.. he could hear her now digging through boxes of old clothes looking for a nice dress.. he had promised her a trip to eat ice cream and they would go early in the morning.. right after they left the doctor's office..
Evening shadows filled the stairs.. Dane leaned his head against the wall and listened to her singing inside the apartment.. he had knocked around from one place to the other before joining the Navy.. he had done everything he could to stay away from home until he had earned his fortune.. a fortune that he had never been able to claim.. now he was back and from the looks of things he had returned home a day late and a dollar short..

"Never waits for no man" he heard her say to her imaginary friends.. and felt the tears begin when she added..  " but my son always says.. better late than never"


Three Word Wednesday- grin- jumble- naked
Theme Thursday- Gossip
Sunday Scribblings  #268- better late than never
Weekend Wordsmith- Rusty



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