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| | | | | Image credit: Willow Willers The scent of a sea-refreshing hope a door pauses in powder blue trance, fresh fragrant fennel trees bloom. Ochre walls - peace shelters. Pouring soul-inward Breath and kindness the self's own ocean; you. * For Dan's TDWC Thursday Doors Writing Challenge 2026 For Brenda Warren's Sunday Whirl, Wordle #756: wide, line,... | |
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| | | | | Last post for the 2026 Thursday Doors Writing Challenge | |
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| | | | | Last Sunday, TC and I went for a 5 kilometre walk at the Johannesburg Country Club in Woodmead. The trees were all dressed in their autumn best and there were plenty of birds out and about enjoying the warm day. We came across a strange scene where a cat and a peahen were living together... | |
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| | | (written March 2024) Photo by NEOSiAM 2024+ on Pexels.com My body craves release fromwinter's harshsting, for though it is spring,the cold air still chillsmy bones.Bathe me in sunlight so I canfeel its warm embraceon my skin.And, as golden rays caress me,I shall drown in an ocean of bliss. Copyright © 2024 Ephemeral EncountersAll Rights Reserved | ||