Tag: English countryside

Spirits of the Water

laughter dances as footsteps shimmer on water * gentle caresses calm fears into peaceful serenity * seductive voices entice until sorrows drown   Advertisements

The View Through the Haze

Sometimes, no words are needed.  

A Early Evening Bike Ride

Sometimes, no words are needed.

An Early Start

Sometimes no words are needed.

Innocent Blessings

Changing Seasons 2017: November

You wend your way across the meadow’s open expanse as the early sun casts its glow upon the toadstools and the tumbled leaves. The chill air catches at your throat as you breathe deep. Negativity disperses with the puther of each expelled breath…

Changing Seasons 2017: October

Newly shorn, the meadow lies bare now under the October sun, the golden trim giving accent to the surround of autumnal trees. The air holds a bitter nip that the early light is hesitant to dispel, but the clear sky promises pleasant hours ahead…

anima monday

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Carrot Ranch Literary Community

Wrangling literary arts for writers: words for people!

neurotaylor

watching the world of brain research

Mihran Kalaydjian's Official Blog

Trust your own instinct. Your mistakes might as well be your own, instead of someone else’s. Billy Wilder

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