When another sees into my heart, celebrates my color, traces the shape of my most private words, then I achieve heaven. Thanks Paul, for holding close the hearts of flowers.
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Brenda Davis HarshamPosted on
October 15, 2017Posted under
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Lovely combination of colors and so beautiful lines too.
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I thought so, too.
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Yes.
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Woo isn’t it Beautiful 😊
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Yes. Like a Georgia O’Keeffe painting.
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his photos are always so lovely
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Yes, indeed! He is a light in the universe, sharing the ephemeral with all of us.
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