Oh, would that my mind could let fall its dead ideas, as the tree does its withered leaves… /Andre Gide/
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I would so much like to read this quote by Gide in original. He was my favourite French author back at the University. I would also like to have my dead thoughts free my body. Thank you for the evocative image, Ese. I love it 🙂
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Thank you for inspiration, Paula – it is always a lovely surprise to visit your blog and enjoy what thoughts&images have come to your mind,
PS: I tried to find it in French but…failed since my knowledge of French is pretty much zero. 😦
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Lovely photo. 😀
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What a lovely image….and I love the idea of letting go of dead ideas….I guess sometimes we just don’t notice that the idea has died 🙂
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Thank you very much, Seonaid! Yes, it seems like a very natural thing of the dead ideas just falling and fleeting like autumn leaves. Without noticing or feeling sadness of departure. 🙂
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withered yet beautifull seen…
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Legends of the fall…in one way or another… 🙂
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