Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow. /Kahlil Gibran/
Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow. /Kahlil Gibran/
Watch the Birdie!
poetry... mostly...
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Photograper of Landscapes, Seascapes, Sunsets, Snowdonia, Wales, Thailand and more
Otherwise the night is too dark
storytelling the world
The Art and Craft of Blogging
Reviews And Poetry
weaving, making journals and so much more
A place for poems and pics
Beats Stumbling Around in Silence
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A Heart in every bite.
The insider's Italy travel guide for independent travelers
The Simple Joy of Point & Shot Photography
Poetry ~ Waka
Transforming Education, and Leadership, Transcending Where We Each Are in Life
Thoughts on kayaking, science, and life
Paloma's Pen
Haiku inspired (mostly) by my walks in and around Eastbourne
Ese' s Voice 
Excellent choice …
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That man knew a thing or two, didn’t he? How are you, Ese? Wonderful photo and words to support it. 🙂
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Loved reading “The Prophet” by K. Gibran
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Marvellous image, Ese!
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Wonderful shot, Ese, and a great quote to go with it.
janet
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