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wandering
through the ancient wrinkles
only wind
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Oh, I love this!
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Love “the ancient wrinkles”, Ese.
janet
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Wow! Ese … I am speechless …
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Bravo!
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Love the ancient wrinkles ~ Great!
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Lovely, I can really relate to those “ancient wrinkles” having just spent some time inside Canyon de Chelly in Arizona. http://beautyalongtheroad.wordpress.com/2014/06/08/a-room-the-size-of-a-canyon-canyon-memories-3/
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Love it – I can imagine the scene and almost hear the wind.
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Really nice.
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Ancient wrinkles — brilliant
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I love ‘ancient wrinkles’. Touch of brilliance in that phrasing.
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