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Macro Monday…
Image by Reinout Dujardin from Pixabay
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Moon Magic ~ The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 547 ~ #Poetry
Moon Magic Unconsciously tracing a star Across the dark void I touch the moon with my fingertips Magic lodged there I felt like a cook That had found a lost recipe, strong invincible Parallel lines took me over the moon Into some remote part of the universe Uncharted by man I could breathe, create my…
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And Then It Snowed… #SixOnSaturday ~ #Flowers…
Luckily, I took these pictures just before the Siberian weather moved in… We inherited this beautiful bush, so I have no idea what it is called. Usually first to bloom, it becomes a mass of white flowers. It is a weeping variety and seems determined to dominate the garden, although I don’t mind at all……
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The Grey Squirrel ~ #FFFC #Shortstory
Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #162 For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of a woman with a pensive expression on her face as she sits upon a large, mossy rock deep inside a forest. She was starving and very cold. Her feet hurt, bleeding in several places from stumbling on the sharp stones scattered about…
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Macro Monday…
Image by Reinout Dujardin from Pixabay
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Moon Magic ~ The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 547 ~ #Poetry
Moon Magic Unconsciously tracing a star Across the dark void I touch the moon with my fingertips Magic lodged there I felt like a cook That had found a lost recipe, strong invincible Parallel lines took me over the moon Into some remote part of the universe Uncharted by man I could breathe, create my…
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And Then It Snowed… #SixOnSaturday ~ #Flowers…
Luckily, I took these pictures just before the Siberian weather moved in… We inherited this beautiful bush, so I have no idea what it is called. Usually first to bloom, it becomes a mass of white flowers. It is a weeping variety and seems determined to dominate the garden, although I don’t mind at all……
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The Grey Squirrel ~ #FFFC #Shortstory
Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #162 For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of a woman with a pensive expression on her face as she sits upon a large, mossy rock deep inside a forest. She was starving and very cold. Her feet hurt, bleeding in several places from stumbling on the sharp stones scattered about…
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 