When Being Empty Is Being Whole the light and fluff dispersed a meadow star remains Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
Reblogged this on The Bag Lady and commented: Such beauty from the “ordinary”🥰 LikeLiked by 2 people Reply
Lovely image and poem. I love the dried version of nature as well as the growing version. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply
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I don’t see a star, but a fossilised crab!
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I thought the same! 🙂
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Great imaginations!
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Ah! How marvelous.
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Oh! MY! Now I do too. Thanks!
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Beautiful photo and words. 😀
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Awesome
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Reblogged this on The Bag Lady and commented:
Such beauty from the “ordinary”🥰
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Thanks for sharing me with your readers!
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I enjoy dried out pods.
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Me too, I’m always on the hunt for them
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Lovely image and poem. I love the dried version of nature as well as the growing version.
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Me too. I love the second beauty.
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The poetic description is definitely fitting!
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When all is said and done.
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