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erikamay.com
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| | | | | I retreat from inside out into the cold spring air to sit amongst the trees. I listen to silence, the settling of leaves. A thrasher and a cardinal, proclaiming their longing. The dog, searching for something, breathing quickly to catch a scent, breaking leaves like other small critters do. The trees push into the wind,... | |
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orangeblaze.thegardenpathpodcast.com
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climbingsky.com
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| | | | | Drifting in a sultry day on the sluggish waters of the pond, I almost cease to live and begin to be. A boatman stretched on the deck of his craft and dallying with the noon would be as apt an emblem of eternity for me as the serpent with his tail in his mouth. I... | |
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bondjantansgladjehus.blogspot.com
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| | | I dag hade vi kunnat filmat ganska mycket längre än 30 sekunder i Glädjehuset. Eller kanske inte, det är ju samma lika när en vänder i... | ||