
Riding the current
Both stream and path are calling
We stand on the brink
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Immobility
The only desecration
Refusal to grow
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Beautiful 💜
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Thanks Willow 🙂
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💜💜💜
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great images, good words too
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Thank you.
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My all-time favourite bluebell woods…Beautiful x
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This is one of the best too 🙂
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I loved the photos!
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I’m waiting on the hopes of seeing the bluebells 🙂
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I’m sure you will.
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…and then the heather 🙂
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Indeed.
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Both lovely, Sue, but your second haiku is hugely meaningful.
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The two go hand in hand…
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Beautiful, all of it. Bluebells always remind me of my Mum. Are the woods local to you Sue?
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About an hour’s drive.. just too far for access at the moment.
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I remember Hubby taking me to the bluebell woods just outside Malvern. It was my birthday, and totally fabulous.
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So many wonderful memories of bluebell woods 🙂
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Such a lovely vision– to wander a bluebell wood!
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It is always like walking through the fields of heaven, with the blue mists and the perfume…
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❤
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What an absolutely heavenly place for a stroll!
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It doesn;t get much closer to heaven 🙂
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