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by ~Ingeborg~

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Abstract.
Stones of glass ....
Setcreasea purpurea
Wildflowers along the roadside.
Fire, warmte and wine. . . .
cold outside
Never throw away old shoes before you have new.
She was darkred rose and after a view weeks black with a little bit of gold
Diemerpark
Kwikstaartje, mother and child
Silk and voile
raindrops
Agave
Needle of Cleopatra, in the gap at Anidri/2
Japanese lady with crane
Blauwe tong Iris
Strelitzia
schijnpapaver-Meconopsis cambrica
Voormalige energiecentrale (3)
From the heart in the heart of the poppy
Iphone
Abcoude
Witte askruid (Cineraria Maritima)
Buckle of my mother's dance shoe
Part of a view
Autumn leaves of a Hosta
Joy in looking and comprehending is nature's most beautiful gift
Closed...
White wine is the flower in the buttonhole of civilization.
Free expression.
Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but the smell makes the garden a place of joy.
The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow.
Is there a passion that music can not evoke or control?
What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.
Your whole life is on the other side of the glass. And there is nobody watching.
Wine is the flower in the buttonhole of civilization.
Spring is the time when men start thinking about what women always thought.
In your mind I will be with you and you can find me where the silence is.
People behold the fruits of their work; the seed, which strew genius natures, grows up slowly.
In this way young roses also fall open while they fear that the heart of the flower will get too naked.
A real drunk doesn't like wine, he's just looking for a way to get drunk.
A cynic is someone who, when he smells flowers, looks around to see where the coffin of death stands.
Love is the flower you have to grow.
The freedom to threaten, to suppress, to rob, to deceive, to suck out, to kill - that is the freedom of the devil.
You can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison my mind.
Autumn is a second spring in which each leaf becomes a flower. A hidden flower in a walled garden, not noticed by passers-by. The wind caresses him, the sun strengthens him, the rain brings him up.
When you bring sun into other people's lives, you can't keep the rays away from yourself.
Love is the flower you have to let grow.
Like a butterfly that can fly into the blue sky, always free and for life on the run.
Don't waste your time looking for an obstacle, because maybe there isn't one. If you let luck take its course, you don't have to look for it.
Love is a delightful flower, but one must have the courage to caress it at the edge of a terrifying abyss.
What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you were dreaming. And what if in your dream you were between heaven and earth and picked a beautiful, mysterious flower? And what if, when you woke up, you had that flower in your hand? Ah, what then?
As the sun colors the flowers, so art colors life. There are flowers everywhere for those who want to see them.
The artist should not copy nature, but use the elements of nature and create a new element.
In every walk in naturone gets much more than one seeks.
Today the flower is in bloom, tomorrow the wilted leaves; that is how life can be.
Friendship sometimes ends in love, but love in friendship, rarely. In dreams and in love, nothing is impossible.
Love and peace, that is the great stream of bliss, upon which the flowers of our life bloom.
Do not judge each day by the yield you reap, but by the seeds you plant.
Memory is the brush that adds the best color to a real flower. A pencil and a dream can be taken anywhere.