the sinking sun’s
final golden rays light
my quiet heart
Copyright 2021 Brenda Davis HarshamNotes: The fall is full of adventure. On long walks, I crunch leaves underfoot, scare the rabbits, and scatter squirrels. Leaves drift down into rushing streams. The woods male me remember reading Anne of Green Gables, finding joy in simple things — like the light shining through changing leaves. Like October. Lucy Maud Montgomery must have been a kindred spirit.
I hope your days are bright and full of color.
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Complimenti per la foto e per le bellissime parole.
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Grazie.
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Great.
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Thanks.
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So soothing
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Thanks, Derrick. 🙂
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ah, your words and pic make me feel so at peace
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I’m so glad. And now I have a way to your site. 🙂 Always a happy path to take.
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