spinning ceiling fan
with eyes closed I imagine
ocean breezes
youthful days with sun and surf
and plans beyond tomorrow
Cattails
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Nights in White Satin * It’s not just the music, the minor key plaintive sound or the voice, the anguished cry of loneliness and longing,...
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__ Such paintings... often create imagination. _m
with beach and stone
an aura of sound and surf
grace nature's eye
Thank you, Doug. i could do with some sea breezes. More heat today and no rain.
Adelaide
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