Druid brothers, I pick the holly and send
thoughts of peace through torn shreds
of time and space and ripples of ancient memory.
Holly
Druid brothers, I pick the holly and send
thoughts of peace through torn shreds
of time and space and ripples of ancient memory.
Hmm, I reassemble that photo! 😉😉
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love the shine on the leaves that lifts the pic
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The sun was just bright enough to allow the shine to come through.
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Is there some history between holoy and druids that I don’t know about? Your poem is doing double duty today with educating me 🙂
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The holly is the sacred tree of druids. Holly is so magical.
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Interesting!
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Great friendly message! Thanks S.! 🙂
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Thank you.
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I am with you. Our oak forest creates a similar feeling.
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What a beautiful thought.
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Thank you.
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