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I was out foraging in the woods today, This morning, when it was cooly, dark, and quiet, only the birds had a say — I saw the sun force the darkness to hide, Allowing me to see; Strewn branches, twigs and leaves astride. Dead waste or my fire’s delight?! I came home successfully, Joyfully and proudly with the efforts of my might.
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May 12, 2024
May 12, 2024 at 6:09 PM UTC
Foraging
I was out foraging in the woods today, This morning, when it was cooly, dark, and quiet, only the birds had a say — I saw the sun force the darkness to hide, Allowing me to see; Strewn branches, twigs and leaves astride. Dead waste or my fire’s delight?! I came home successfully, Joyfully and proudly with the efforts of my might.
Early mornings are my favourite time. I used to capture sunrises in photographs wherever I travelled, perhaps I need to recapture that flame?!
#foraging#sunrise
bekahalle
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bekahalle
40/F/Australia
May 12, 2024
May 12, 2024 at 6:09 PM UTC
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