Morning slips softly out of night’s embrace rising with light pouring out of a mist-laden horizon. Gently, morning breaks me open pulling apart the blinds that held my heart trapped in believing amidst the destruction of man’s fury morning would not rise again. Breathing, my heart melts into morning’s soft light.
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It’s so lovely here at my sister’s JoAnne. ❤
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So beautiful!
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It truly is Prahalbha! ❤
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Thanks for sharing, Louise!
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Such peace, such beauty.
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It is a special place. ❤
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Even though we do our best to kill off our earth we live on, it still has such beautiful places, holds such great serenity and untold tales, offers an abundance of generous beauty – we have just spent a weekend in a (still) quiet place, a smallish village – in a few months it will seethe with people, yet now it was eerily silent (OK it snowed and an icy wind blew, so not surprising) and we had miles of land just for us! I would love your sister’s place, I know it.
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