Watching the sunrise; as it shows this dust of time; the morning breezes.
__ Ah, the grace of every summer sunrise, as we step into each new day to watch the dust of the past being blown away by that morning breezes. We scan forward, our hope to play that afternoon game of tic-tac-toe with the great grandchild! __ Oooops, my imagination has scribbled too much, smiles. _m
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hay wagon ahead
late July on a back road
the scent of summer
Happy Summer!
Hay trucks around here. Haven’t seen a wagon except during fall festivals
Adelaide
Watching the sunrise; as it shows this dust of time; the morning breezes.
__ Ah, the grace of every summer sunrise, as we step into each new day to watch the dust of the past being blown away by that morning breezes. We scan forward, our hope to play that afternoon game of tic-tac-toe with the great grandchild!
__ Oooops, my imagination has scribbled too much, smiles. _m
love the way your imagination scribbles
Adelaide
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