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12 Comments:
I love this. Is it on your property?
Dunno. Pretty.
BB: Not mine, but not too far away.
Kathyr: Nothing can top your airline stewardesses picture yesterday. ;=)
Where? Summer, of course. Seasons are the real places in your part of the world ;)
Jarrett: exactly! ;-)
An oasis of trim tranquility in a sea of unruly nature, where natural chaos joins hands with planned precision. Maybe Jarrett got it right, but I see the intersection of civilization and nature. I suppose summer's like that.
John: exactly! '-)
Where I want to lay down, close my eyes and feel the sun flickering on my eyelids.
hele, you could! Oh, you could lie there all afternoon these late summer days, and into the night when katydids take over from cicadas, and crickets pause to retool for their nocturne.
FA
Ah, summer!
This looks like the trails at Detroit Metrobeach, but not likely, LOL!
I wish you posted more.
Get thee to a writery. Or write to me. Or something.
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