look through, past, beyond–
imagine a path, a road, a map,
a beckoning, a call, a summons–
blue violet skies await
Blue Violet
look through, past, beyond–
imagine a path, a road, a map,
a beckoning, a call, a summons–
blue violet skies await
spanishwoods 
I like reading your musings.
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Thank you Ruth!
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So simple and beautiful in the same way! 🙂
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Thank you.
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Imaging being able to fly with no tin can, how awesome.
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Yes it would be.
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Really like the hopeful spirit of what you’ve written . . . a perfect counterbalance to swirling world energies.
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Thank you so much Jan.
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