Twigs
fallen leaves sift moon
shadow branches scar the wall
as I watch Luna
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Edited by Mjollnir
A writer's perspective on politics, autism and the cosmos.
Twigs
fallen leaves sift moon
shadow branches scar the wall
as I watch Luna
Stories and photos from Scotland
"Everyone needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to the soul" -John Muir
Is it destiny, happenstance or stratagem?
Showcasing the beauty of Mother Nature
A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
Where Fictional Characters Rule
Reading, Writing, and some Madness
The semi-private writings of a thirty-something fat girl
reflections on a passing life
Everyone has a story to tell. This is me, telling mine.
I had to find some way to entertain myself, so I made up stories in my mind. One night I started writing them down and never stopped.
I Read To Learn About Others - I Write To Learn About Myself
Oahu hikes
The Art and Craft of Blogging
Wandering, wondering and writing
Where no one is barred and everyone is grilled.
Death Before Sour Mix
love that middle line about “shadow branches scar the wall.”
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Thank you. My first thought, after reading the prompt, was our Norwegian maple and how, if I open the blinds, its shadow seems to scratch the walls, especially in a breeze.
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That is one awesome image you describe. You’re welcome 🙂
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