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Home is where the heart is

by Diney Pau

Pictures taken from my walks, around where I live, of things and people and from Holland
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264 photos · 131 views
the little bird
“Sunflowers will grow, somewhere. Bright yellow sunflowers against a deep blue sky.”
“I dream of a better tomorrow. One where chickens can cross the road and their motives remain unquestioned.”
See you later, alligator. After a while, crocodile.
“It's a fine, warm day,” Henry replied. “I thought a spot of fishing?”
End of Summer
rosehip
What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
A force of nature
Eat Sleep Airsoft Repeat
Waning Gibbous
How the Dutch see music...
Our house, in the middle of our street
Now or Never
I am the memory that dwells in the heart of those that knew me.
This is for the Crone Who called her shattered pieces Home To herself- To all her luminous bodies Where she never dared to feel
So remember, whenever you talk of the Tanks
Jill Edna
dancing shadows in the light
Their memory is his history their lives were for his future.
Where in the whitethorn Singeth a thrush...
Not all humans are the same.
dapper
Slipping under the radar
Its begining to look a lot like Christmas...
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