The air’s not still, but it’s slow motion. Like colors in a dream. The sun’s still warm, and flowers still bloom, and a season’s worth of foliage sways overhead, in a hazy lingering-summer’s lazy way.
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The air’s not still, but it’s slow motion. Like colors in a dream. The sun’s still warm, and flowers still bloom, and a season’s worth of foliage sways overhead, in a hazy lingering-summer’s lazy way.
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Lovely words, lovely image.
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A peaceful post.
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Thanks you.
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Beautiful 🙂
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Thanks!
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Love this.Thanks.
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Lovely. It is interesting seeing the season blend together. I have a second blooming of my hibiscus at the same time the burning bush is turning red/
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Thanks. How lovely that sounds.
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I love this, I like it very much! Both the artistic image with its soft colors and your word.
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Thank you so much!
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Beautiful lines…loved it
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Thank you so much.
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Wonderful image and perfect words to compliment it.
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Thanks so much.
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