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Slowly, ever slowly, does he amble.
Without a care in the world.
To bathe in Spring’s warm Sun.
The creature from below, Farquhar, rises.
A Seasonal Six Word Saturday post. (A link will appear here soon)
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get um up…move um out
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He’s been here for years, Beverly… I think he should stay!
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Hmm, a little mystery here?! Stunning photos, Tom.
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Thanks, Eugenia. Farquhar is very mysterious.
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Beautiful post, a few words can conjure up much for the imagination.
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I’d love to be able to paint a huge picture with as few words as possible, Sharon. I love playing with words. And thank you!
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I remember a kids advertisement warning of the dangers of swimming in still waters – really creepy!!! 🙂 ❤
God Bless!
Prenin.
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I seem to remember that as well, Prenin, now that you mention it.
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