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I have been thinking of lots of things lately and this is one way to get some of the thoughts out.
Credits to:
Background "untitled" by billionstrange at flickr ( I had some comp probs so im only 95% sure that the BG is from him).
Miss_purity8 by mum stock at DA.
Butterfly wings 7e by IWS stock at DA iws-stock.deviantart.com/
Butterfly swarm by IWS stock at DA
Swing by alegion stock at DA. alegion-stock.deviantart.com/
Sagart sits alone in the darkness,
with only few candles lightening the scene.
His eyes are lost in the infinite.
Suddenly he smiles.
What are you thinking of, Shadow man?
"You can go other places, all right - you can live on the other side of the world, but you can't ever leave home."
-Sue Monk Kidd-
Hammock Beach | Palm Coast | Florida
Another shot from my early morning start in Florida. I liked the view when stood back from the beach a little, the long grass blowing in the sea breeze.
It was nice just standing and taking it all in. Gave me plenty of time to just stand there and think...
In support of the town of Napa and the surrounding vineyards and wineries of Napa and Sonoma Valleys which suffered the effects of a 6.0 earthquake yesterday.
Thank you for the notes I have received from many of you. I am very happy to say that we extremely fortunate and suffered no ill effects from the earthquake.
California Wine Country, CA, USA
The thoughts run through my head all the time.
A whole mill. Just like in the song –
windmills in my head.
And there is no order or organization to them.
They just come.
And go.
They spin around like a whirlwind
or like a gust of wind.
Sometimes leaving me speechless.
Thoughts that come as if from nowhere
and disappear to somewhere else.
But in all these thoughts
I mostly think of you.
Of me.
Of us.
Penser à Toi
Les pensées tournent dans ma tête tout le temps.
Un véritable moulin.
Comme dans la chanson –
des moulins à vent dans ma tête.
Et elles ne suivent aucun ordre ni organisation.
Elles viennent tout simplement.
Et repartent.
Elles tournent en rond comme un tourbillon
ou comme un vent violent.
Parfois, elles me laissent sans voix.
Des pensées qui viennent comme de nulle part
et disparaissent ailleurs.
Mais dans toutes ces pensées
je pense surtout à toi.
À moi.
À nous.