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lifeafter50forwomen.com | ||
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wordsandcoffeewriting.com
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| | | | | The escape to tranquility,to waters rushing and still,to the calm of spacewhere water meets sky:the unspoken whisperof past and futureblurred into one present.Alive in tree roots,polished rocks and wrinkled pine needles,the landscape revitalizesdead souls,calls home life's warmth,and echoes a hopethat reverberatesunder my rib cage. I wrote this poem for the Wea've Written Weekly prompt #167.... | |
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paeansunpluggedblog.wordpress.com
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| | | | | Calm waters, idyllic surroundingsa perfect setting for an ideal lifewho knowswhat goes on within the genteel facade A window to nature and beyondfrom the darkness withina ray of hope or a fanciful dreamthat may or may not ever come true. Written for Sadje's wdys and Eugi's moonwashed weekly prompt. | |
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suzetteb.home.blog
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| | | | | Image credit: Ben Wicks | Unsplash nature's smooth sundae 'neath cones of silence- soft served sunsets scoop blossoms, sprinkle a caramel sky; drizzle rays, park summer treats * For Sadje's #Whatdoyousee #203 - 25 August 2025 | |
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keithsramblings.net
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| | | . for Rochelle's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. . . . "Your generation has no idea what it's missing", said Granddad. 'Now what? Yesterday cassette players, the day before, fountain pens.....' "We had proper telephones. Big, chunky. Not like your flimsy little plastic things. When we were out we called people from phone boxes. We put... | ||
