Uncategorized Fractured December 7, 2016 spanishwoods 9 Comments photo by Wolfgang Stearns there are times when thoughts are like empty stained glass panes– fractured and transparent Share this:TwitterFacebookLike Loading... Related
These look more like the axons, branching out from a neuron to me…good photo there! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Great thought-provoking poem to go with your son’s unusual winter photo 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
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These look more like the axons, branching out from a neuron to me…good photo there!
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I’ll pass it on to my son who took this shot!
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Great thought-provoking poem to go with your son’s unusual winter photo 🙂
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Thank you so very much.
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You’re very welcome 🙂
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where do we start and where do we end? lovely post.
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Thank you.
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so true about our thoughts.
your poetry is great
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Thank you so much. I really do appreciate your lovely comments.
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