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Looking through my photographs For an image that will last. Having something to say About how I lived my days Individual not in disguise No forced colours or inverted skies Or those enhancements using other links That make your mind blink. Has to be simple not constructed or planned Touch of serendipity lending a hand So my new update from a photo I take With a child's windmill and a bird on a slate A friendly sheep , a ceramic heap Scattering stones, last season's bulb grown A clematis shoot tied up with string These are some of my favourite things. For what is beauty but a surprise Something unexpected, a moment's desire. Love Mary
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Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 6:12 AM UTC
A child's windmill
Looking through my photographs For an image that will last. Having something to say About how I lived my days Individual not in disguise No forced colours or inverted skies Or those enhancements using other links That make your mind blink. Has to be simple not constructed or planned Touch of serendipity lending a hand So my new update from a photo I take With a child's windmill and a bird on a slate A friendly sheep , a ceramic heap Scattering stones, last season's bulb grown A clematis shoot tied up with string These are some of my favourite things. For what is beauty but a surprise Something unexpected, a moment's desire. Love Mary
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67/F/Hertfordshire , UK
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 6:12 AM UTC
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