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Friday, February 18, 2011
Moon
chilling calling winds resound illume be this winter night brilliant be this moon on high majestic indigo corona drifting raven clouds and I in the seize of its lure.
beautiful image and words of bright night - we lay in bed looking up at the skylight and the moon and clouds drifted past - just like your image - as if you laid with us and captured the moments :-) Love Gail peace.....
The light of the Moon, in all its glory holds vigil with the night and we are drawn to its magnetic majesty... as so the seas and oceans in cresting tides.
I am drawn to the moon, satellite of earth, to look at think about revel in...
ReplyDeleteBeauty rains!! What an imagery!
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ReplyDeletebeautiful image and words of bright night - we lay in bed looking up at the skylight and the moon and clouds drifted past - just like your image - as if you laid with us and captured the moments :-)
Love Gail
peace.....
Theanne, Tamarind, Gail,
ReplyDeleteThe light of the Moon, in all its glory holds vigil with the night and we are drawn to its magnetic majesty... as so the seas and oceans in cresting tides.
Much love,
Rose Marie