Blossom the hope of new life.
A prosaic image seen askew draws me reappraise what is interesting.
Figures and lines.
The shore line was littered with shells.
A slumbering weight balanced in the sky.
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We arrived home from Tullycavan and these were on the lawn. I am intrigued as to what they would be like on the water. I hope the myster...
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