look at this leafless branch
torn from a tree
carried to the sea
on a river
of rainrings
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- easier said (than done)
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- tracery
- waiting as we do
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5 comments:
I have to thank you for the image of the great world of water we live with, a constant exchange.
An interesting thought steven - and a lovely one too.
Rainrings! Great!
I've never heard that word before.
I've said it to myself over and over now.
It's like a song.
Rainrings.
Thank you!
a whole journey ahead. always. i imagine it driftwood, still not done.
beautiful photograph.
xo
erin
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