your green eyes and
the way the sun shone through the pink petals—
Rita’s painted egg and two sand dollars on the toy chest,
Queen Anne’s Lace in the wild lane
where I walked alone on a late summer’s day
Bringing Joy
your green eyes and
the way the sun shone through the pink petals—
Rita’s painted egg and two sand dollars on the toy chest,
Queen Anne’s Lace in the wild lane
where I walked alone on a late summer’s day
spanishwoods 
Beautiful photos and poem.
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Thanks so very much Lynette!
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Lovely, Sylvia! ❤
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thank you Eliza!
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Just sitting here sighing. So beautiful Sylvia 🤗
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That’s sweet Brian, thank you!
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So lovely, Sylvia! 🥰
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Thank you John!
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You’re welcome, Sylvia. 😊
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Simple and pretty delights 🙂
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Yes, I’m very pleased with the simple…
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Me too 🙂
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Lovely, excellent poem.
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Thank you Roger!
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Very nice! 😊
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thank you Tom!
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… and when they sit, or lay, extra close on a warm summer’s eve, you know life is good.
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yes, absolutely!
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Beautiful and great pics.
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Thank you Amorina 😊
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Wonderful to be a part of the joyous moments you’ve had, Sylvia.
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Thank you Jet. 😊
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👌
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thank you!
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