
Winter’s pale pathways
Traverse summer’s final rest
With spring in their heart

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Thank you 🙂
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I love this, Sue.
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Thanks, Robbie.
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Beautiful words, Sue and so apt with the picture.
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Thanks, Kamal.
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Welcome Sue
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thanks, Jaye x
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thanks, Michael 🙂 Running way behind today!
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I love exploring pathways that disappear into the forest. You never know what adventures you might have. 🙂
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…and life is very like a forest 😉
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