Night lifts, morning slipping through blinds, soul returning from nightly foray, body awakening, a vague sense of disconnection – admit it, you know this.
Blending in the gift of stealth only your voice – woodsy reed – alerts me to your presence. You are grey sky and rushing waters tall reeds and wind-swept banks And when my heart beats off tempo given to spells of malaise you are metronome reseting my rhythm. (Friday I join in with Granny Shot […]
It’s complicated, really, but so much is defined by the presence of a garage. Here is a stand-alone, connected by a breezeway, single-car with storage; could have been so much more – had planned for it, but life changes. Once had an oversized garage – direct access, housed two vehicles, custom built – but the […]
I echo your thoughts.
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So nice to have you here …thanks.
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Oh, thank you so much for that 🙂
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Love your little girl VJ. Ah youth!!!
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To have that energy again!
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Great choices! I wonder how that first one works?
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The water spout?
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I only see the water, but not where it is coming from!
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It’s coming from the eavestrough – oh, that would make it interesting.
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😀
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I’ve always admired those who flow freely and stick to their dreams! I especially like the first photo! It is more like the frenetic flow of my life!!lol
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Mine too at the moment, lol
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