Tullycavan
Mumbling to myself while rain comes up the valley
Saturday, September 8, 2018
Life Continues to Happen
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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A walk through Edward Hunter Reserve on a balmy summers day.
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