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A walk on the beach. Blue sky Ocean Sand Nature stands by. Peaceful Beautiful Sometimes thundering And what are the humans doing? Try to be nice! It is the best way. ©2020 Laine Quinn, St. Augustine Beach, June.
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Full Twist Alternate leg stretch ©2020, Laine Quinn Snowy Egret, Great Blue Heron, St. Augustine Beach
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Change is in the air. Compassion and righteous anger are walking the streets of America with Lady Justice. There will be no turning back these pages of history ourstory – no matter what the impeached president says or does. Change is in the air. This isn't 2 dozen people with automatic weapons…
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It's Sunday, take the day off! With all of the bad news and incompetence of our government, and missing being close to our loved ones – our hearts get heavy. But that's because of the love in our hearts. Love and compassion and empathy and sorrow. So, take a break. Forget the bad news…
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It's been over a month since I've been to the beach. Emotions seem to be wrapped up in worry and uncertainty, and I don't miss it in the usual way. But I do miss it! ©Laine Quinn 2019 St. Augustine Beach, sunrise.
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"The shore means many things to many people. Of its varied moods the one usually considered typical is not so at all. The true spirit does not reside in the gentle surf that laps a sun drenched bathing beach on a summer day. Instead, it is on a lonely shore at dawn or…
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It might happen to you, like it did to me – when you're singing along to an old sad song trying to hold it together – that's when it might hit you – or in the middle of nowhere talking to your friend, husband or wife – it might boil over the top and…
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In her autobiography, Dust Tracks On A Road, Zora Neale Hurston, with no disrespect to organized Religion, states that- "It is simply not for me… The springing of the yellow line of morning out of the misty deep of dawn, is glory enough for me." Amen! Photo, Crescent Beach,…
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Ecola I walked by the sea-creek side. The wind laughed, the gulls cried. Sweet water lapped on the salt sand between the deep sea and the deep land. Ursula K. LeGuin Years ago, Joseph Campbell told us that the poets would save us. I begin to understand. …
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