
Rising from the mist
Life finds its perfect vessel
Form and force as one

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So beautiful, your words match the fantastic views
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Thanks, Willow. ❤
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I can smell the salty air and hear the cries of the seagulls now. Wonderful combination of words and pictures. Would this stunning coastline be in Yorkshire, or is it further afield? 🙂
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This was Cornwall, a year ago. A beautiful early sea mist 🙂
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Ah yes, with a scene like that, I should have known. Gorgeous. 🙂 ❤
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It was 🙂 ❤
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