My heart aches
with a passionate mark
when the birches barren lie,
stay, pungent earth
red bruised berries,
Alaska’s growing things;
Let not winter’s hoary
white fingers
bury your resplendent face.
By Claire F.
When the wind of change blows, some people build walls others build windmills- Chinese Proverb
Windmills of My Mind 
Wonderful image, lovely words…
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Thank you so much.
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MAGIC WORDS, SO SIMPLE AND YET SO INTRICATE. GREAT PHOTOGRAPH, VERY MYSTICAL, CHINA
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Stunning view. 👁👁🍃
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Thanks Gail.
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Thank you for sharing this. It was a beautiful reminder that each season brings with it something to be cherished.
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My pleasure Rob🍂🍁
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What a gorgeous image and poem. Exquisite share. ❤
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Thank you my friend ❤️
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