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A forgotten and lonely pacifier in the last sunbeams of the day.

Remnants of a weather battered wharf.

 

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Florabella Textures

 

Second screech owl nest in the same park within a short time.

Whats left of the Caboose of the Two Foot (2") narrow gage Railway from the abandoned Beaver Brook Farm and Transportation Museum.

 

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.:SYNNERGY.TAVIS:. Mainstore | Marketplace

 

BACKDROP. SYNNERGY.TAVIS//Forgotten Temple Backdrop

Available at Enchantment (February 10th - March 3rd)

 

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HAIR. DOUX - Shai

TATTOOS.

• Nefekalum - Heavenly

• ::Loa:: Liv Warpaint

FEATHERS. []TRAP[] & Petrichor - Viscivorus Harpy Body Feathers

OUTFIT. Belle Epoque { Lana }

POSE. Poseidon - Savage Lands 11

 

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crystals and ice and snow all around

falling gently to the ground

still and silent in the cold night air

she stood there frozen without a sound

they would not find her until the morn

she knew that they'd be all forlorn

to late, to late, her thoughts spun around

too late too late I'm broken and torn

my heart is broken and I'm so tired

let me drift away ~ tomorrow they'll mourn !

and in the distance she could hear them call

too late too late to the ground I shall fall

but nobody came ~ it seemed nobody cared

she died sad and all alone

her story sadly she never shared .........................

 

poem by Bev - thank you !

This is an old abandoned boat on the beach at Dungeness, Kent, I love how the boat separates the sky from the beach!

  

A train, a tugboat and the pier at Karavostasi, an old copper mine that stopped working since the Turkish invasion in 1974

Thank you for comments and favs!

Vielen Dank für Kommentare und Sternchen!

Work made with stock images and images of mine.

Stocks used:

16 different photos.

Great Harwood, Lancashire

Battlefield V

 

♫♫♫ Strings of a Bard - Estas Tonne ♫♫♫

 

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Beauty in Video Games

Beauty Digital Body

Beauty Nightlife

Beauty Sunset

Magic in the Mist

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Another TTV, the basement bottles seemed the perfect subject.

Pls view large for textures... :)

 

Rusted gate to a Mausoleum at Recoleta Cementery, inside you can see two plastic red roses...

Buenos Aires, Argentina

 

Untouched - only frame added

...on tour with my bicycle ... in the forest - in the morning of a sunny summer day......

 

pls have a look at the large size....!!!! ......if possible!

 

New system skin Garance [theSkinnery] for The Chapter Four now

Ears Mandala

Eterial hair - Moon.

Violets Wreath - Lode

swallows - Anc

Sugar poses La Jolie Rose for SaNaRae now

 

many thanks my dear friend Milanta for help :)

 

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blog: oksanajewell.wordpress.com/2016/06/04/forgotten-dreams/

Old houses always have vibes. This one was particularly interesting. It is maintained beautifully, but has some rather strange vibes coming off of it is in an area that could be very busy. It brings nothing to the area because it’s been closed for quite some time.. i’ve always thought when I see really interesting properties if walls could talk, what would they say? This house didn’t seem to be able to share. No one seems to know the story of the closures of every business that has tried to survive in this historic building. The only comments I obtained from a couple of locals is that the place is haunted and very creepy.. one lady shared a worker has been coming and going doing some restoration and his constant companion, a small, mixed breed dog stops, staring at the door, and refuses to go in even though her owner is in there. That is a curious thing. As the little dog is quite adventurous per the lady, and always accompanies him on all jobs . hmmm

in Gedenken an ...

 

Am Grab

 

Nun, da die goldnen Klänge schweigen

und nebelgrau der Tag erbleicht,

will ich dir meine Liebe zeigen,

wie mich die deine stets erreicht.

 

Mit dieser Rose, knospenoffen,

die sanft hier blüht auf deinem Grab,

verbinde ich ein sel’ges Hoffen,

dass ich dereinst dich wieder hab.

 

Denn alles, was uns einend fand,

weit über Glück und Körper Schein,

der Geist, der liebend uns verband,

war mehr als unser beider Sein.

 

© Ingrid Herta Drewing

A tribute from nature for those who perished as well as those who had their lives forever altered on Sept. 11. In so many ways it seems like yesterday and prayers that there is never a tomorrow like that day again.

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