
restless feet tread their
meandering path out
into the wild wood where
the whispers of ancient
secrets ruffle through
sun-kissed leaves and
a restless mind is stilled

restless feet tread their
meandering path out
into the wild wood where
the whispers of ancient
secrets ruffle through
sun-kissed leaves and
a restless mind is stilled
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The place where you can find out what Lillie thinks
Looking at life through blue eyes
: around the world :
Myriad memories frozen in time
Looking into why we do the things we do (and some crochet) each Monday
Amanda Tuke - writer: nature, people, places
A photographic journey.
Here and now, with all of it.
This piece exudes peace.
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A little peace is something we’re all in need of these days. Thanks fir visiting, Magarisa. 😊
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