Wednesday 27th May
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The mist creeps in
Then crawls back out
Obscuring the land
Eerily grey about
The sun’s warmth is there
Trying to burn through
Turning the sky
A cerulean blue
.
Thinking of you
And missing you always
Love you sweetheart
Beloved Angel son
.
xxxxx
Mist rolls in over Man’s Head
The sea is there somewhere
A few groups on the sand
Misty harbour
But there is blue sky up above
Slowly, slowly the mist is dissipating
What a lovely image your words bring to mind
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Thank you so much.
Most kind.
x
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I love these ethereal images….and your accompanying words. Janet 🙂
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Thank you so much for your lovely words.
Melanie x
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Love the mood in your “misty” photos. And yes there is always a blue sky somewhere…
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Thank you so much.
Appreciate it.
x
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