The Edge My wings are newnot yet spreadso I sit at the edgewhere no day, no weekfinds a spaceinside my headand when I flylike I know I willI’ll returnto this space,this edge, again. a dawnbird In response to RDP – Tuesday – Week Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...
A metaphor for life as I receive it, beautifully captured shot, but even more – great lines Dawn. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
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What a sweet portrait of innocence.
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😀 yes! Thank you VJ.
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Welcome!
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You’re welcome.
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A metaphor for life as I receive it, beautifully captured shot, but even more – great lines Dawn.
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I love that you “receive it” as I did. Yes a metaphor. Thank you Paul.
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Sumptuous comes to mind ….
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🙂
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