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" Crafting homes that allure, but only a few possess the art of making a house a cherished haven.
Salt air whispers against pages, stories intertwine with sun-kissed skin. Her gaze, adrift on an endless horizon, seeks not words but a reflection of self. Houses, faces, fleeting warmth – echoes of belonging yet none a true resting place. The question hangs heavy, unanswered, 'Is this where I finally settle, or just another loving page, another chapter in my love song?' "
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. . . The Unreached Destination . . .
"It is not the destination, but the journey that matters." - T.S. Eliot
In her journey through life, she explored various houses and stayed with different people. Many tried to create a home that suited her tastes, decorating in ways they thought would please her.
However, despite having many homes and companions, the concept of a meaningful home remained elusive. Traveling through the virtual world for over 12 years, she encountered numerous places and faces, yet the feeling of solitude persisted. Though surrounded by others, even though she is the anchor for many people, the search for a genuine and lasting home continued. Since no one could be her anchor, an independent life became a cold path, freezing her heart until it couldn't feel a thing, even with much love surrounding her.
Deep emptiness persisted as the question 'Where is your home?' echoed, and the pursuit of meaning and belonging still continued, as if there were no destination for a free soul like hers.
Houses rise and fall, loved ones come and go, yet the road whispers on, an endless search for the elusive haven called home. Will it be found in the sun-kissed pages of a book, or the rhythm of the tide? Only the whispers of the wind know.
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Her answers when it's about an anchor and a true home.
" My happiness resonates with yours, woven with a tenderness you might not expect. My life flourishes independently, my wings may be familiar with only solo flights, darling, but with you, the sky takes on a radiant shimmer. Not a lifeline, but a more splendid vista. You truly add sweetness to my laughter, make my champagne fizzier.
You're not a necessity, but a cherished upgrade. With you, the view becomes more enchanting, and the laughter richer.
Is it selfish? Perhaps. Is it wise? Absolutely. Call it selfish, call it smart, I choose the penthouse, darling, not the real anchor. Yes, a feel-like anchor blows my mind the best, but no, not a real anchor. Baby, I'm too independent to need it.
In the years of my past, yes, we danced in this borrowed sunrise, all my partners must always be painfully aware that any sunset could whisk it away. No expectations, just the exquisite present. That's all I've offered for 12 years, and that's all I've ever needed. I always said, 'Take it or leave it' - my haven hasn't swayed with the tide, no guarantees, just the exquisite. Or take it or leave it - this heart yearns only for sunsets, never for chains.
Yet now, I've embraced change, a new me and a tide I've never experienced before. All to bring us happiness, allowing this relationship to flourish in the best way possible.
Still, there are no anchors here, just wider open arms, and the choice is always yours. "
Your move, firecracker
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D/s involves the dynamic between two people: one independent and the other dependent.
A: My life 'needs' you to be a part of it always.
B: My life 'prefers' having you, it's always a better life with you in it.
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" Perhaps I don't need you like a ship needs an anchor, or a bird, a nest. But I choose you, every fluttering beat of my heart a whispered preference. To be with you is to paint the horizon with rainbows, to dance with fireflies under stolen starlight. And though it may seem like a selfish waltz, a whispered plea for permanence, know this my love: the thought of stopping this exquisite choreography, of silencing the symphony we create, tears at the very fibers of my being...
So we walk hand in hand, my nomad love, into the unknown. We chase sunsets and build castles of sand, knowing the tide may reclaim them. But in each grain of laughter, in each stolen kiss, there is a whispered "forever," a fervent hope that our dreams may one day find a home within each other's hearts.. 💕 "
_____ Scarlett Saphira
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Home or not ?
Inspiration Song for this picture: IBIZA SUMMER MIX 2021
Landscapework by my Man: Marvin Graycloud
We love our home it is just dreamy ♥.♥ I love to listen to the sound of the sea to feel the sand under my feet pure relaxation ♥.♥
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Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.
Charles Dickens
Home ♥
" There is a magic in that little world, home; it is a mystic circle that surrounds comforts and virtues never known beyond its hallowed limits."
Robert Southey
Our home; full of enchanted beings, magic, and most of all - our hearts. ♥
¨Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do...but how much love we put in that action.¨
Mother Teresa
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Home Office 2010. This is where I work.
I think I need some art on the walls ....
442415 & 442418 Back for the first time in years since leaving SWT in Dec 2016. Today working "Class 442 Railway Children's Charity" charter. Trying to chase this tour down was difficult as it ran 22 minutes early, so my plan of Bournemouth Station went out the window, i thought as my only chance to get a photo, was to go to Bournemouth Train Depot. The last time i took a Photo at Bournemouth Train Depot 10/11/2006 and it is the same train 2418. Follow the link to bit.ly/2cmVFXK
Our house is down there somewhere, near the centre. Took this on a short walk round Leckhampton Hill where there are super views over Cheltenham and towards the Malvern Hills in the distance on the left and more Cotswold Hills on the right.
HTMT and 63/100
Inspiration Song for this picture: IBIZA SUMMER MIX 2021
Landscapework by my Man: Marvin Graycloud
We love our home it is just dreamy ♥.♥ I love to listen to the sound of the sea to feel the sand under my feet pure relaxation ♥.♥
In 1994, one of the most unique rail operations in Oregon was Burlington Northern's local from Albany to Foster. The train served a former Oregon Electric branchline that was isolated from the rest of the BN/OE. To access the trackage, BN trains had to travel over shortline Willamette Valley Railway, which had leased Southern Pacific's line from Albany to Mill City the previous year. BN trains used the Mill City route as far as Lebanon, where their line to Foster diverged.
Not only was the trackage exotic, but the train had perhaps the best name for a local in Oregon - the "Sweet Home Logger." In this image, the Logger is arriving at its namesake town, passing the log pond at the Willamette Industries sawmill. Ten years earlier, I might have shot the GP39 in Klamath Falls. During the mid-80s, BN ran them in sets of three on trains down to the Union Pacific interchange at Bieber, California.
Big changes will come in a few years. During 1998, the owners of WVR split up their disconnected operations. The Willamette Valley name stayed with former SP trackage to the north between Woodburn and Stayton. A new company, the Albany & Eastern, was formed to operate the former WVR line at Albany. Also in 1998, the new AERC purchased the isolated Lebanon to Foster line from BN successor BNSF.
Willamette was taken over by Weyerhaeuser in 2002. The sawmill at Sweet Home was a casualty of the merger. AERC trains still pass this way, but the Sweet Home mill is long gone.
I found this home quite by accident.. I was going the back roads to the wetlands in Forest Grove and went by the golf course and found a cemetery called Blooming.. I took a few pictures there and then came back to the golf course and since I didn't really have a map turned north thinking I would end up in Cornelius.. Well the very next road I came to was the Fernhill road and that's where I was going so decided to see what the building was a little ways on north and it was a church and this beautiful home... Come to find out this and another house was all that was left of a little community called Blooming... Then I retraced back to the Fernhill Road and wound up at the Fernhill wetlands.. Wonderful area... Happy Window Wednesday, Everybody!!