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A piece of grass, indented into the sand, did the tide move it over just so, or was it the wind, or did it jump out of its indentiture to make heart art? A lovely find, no matter how it came to be! …
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© 2014 David Gardener…
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The conga line, so fun to watch, as the pelicans surf through wave after wave after wave, on their way to where? The next wave, the next fish, a good night's sleep? Who really knows? But these playful birds are definitely onto something! St. Augustine Beach.
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Perhaps when we feel alone and fearful, we truly aren't so alone. Angels have been part of our imagination for a long, long time. Maybe there is a reason for that? At best there is some comfort in believing that we are all being looked after somehow, by beautiful, benevolent, winged…
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Sand and salty wind, and the sideways glance of the lowering sun, illuminating the sea foam – it's all the soul needs. Vilano Beach, St. Augustine, Florida.
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©2014 Michelle Moore If you miss a double rainbow, but a really good friend sends you her wonderful photo of it,…
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An early morning thunderstorm left these beautiful clouds for the rising sun to shine upon. May all the storms in our lives be blessings in disguise. From the archives, November 2011. Used with permission of LainesBlog, Thinking Out Loud.
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A Mother Goose Rhyme, just in time for election day. Hark! Hark! The dogs do bark, The beggars are coming to town: Some in rags, Some in tags, And some in velvet gown. The Hungarian dog and the King and Queen in Tihany, Hungary.
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A swinging, singing witch? A flying witch? Or a laughing witch? Whichever witch you choose to be, today, or in life, have fun! AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Witches of Szentendres, Hungary, or perhaps variations of Baba Yaga, wise woman of Russian and Slavic folklore.
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To an adult, a cemetary is a serious thing, but to a child, it's another place that needs exploring. No prior knowledge, no expectations, no prejudices, a great way to live each day. Cemetary in Budapest, Hungary. Kid = Aden.
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