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The first time you encounter the exploding seed pods of Impatiens you will never forget why they are called 'Touch-Me-Nots.'
A pleasant but cool couple of hours up at Hepburn in beautiful Northumberland as a "Touch of Winter" eventually arrives to these parts.
On a walk around the city to catch up on the Earthquake rebuild. July 2020 Christchurch New Zealand.
Eemsmondgebouw, Farnsum, The Netherlands.
Design (1969): J.H. de Gruyter.
The concrete elements were designed by Jaap van der Meij.
Encuentra a alguien a quien amar como loca y que te ame de igual manera. ¿Cómo encontrarlo?, pues... olvida el intelecto y escucha al corazón.
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This is an image of a juvenile summer tanager. He will eventually turn all read as an adult. Beautiful no matter what stage you may find him. Taken on our recent trip to Costa Rica.
Have an awesome day everyone and a very blessed one.
Li Li's Monsta Designs Doll Boots
RLV Locking
Fit for Maitreya (shown on Legacy with deformers)
Taken at Art to Porn Paradise:
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Lone sentinel watches a late display of magical sunset colour over the rural areas near Mansfield in Victoria, Australia. An unexpected opportunity manifested itself to take the kind of photo which I wanted to take for a long time - silhouetted bare tree stretching out against a fiery sky.
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On a gloomy day, SSR's 3448 grain heads north from Ungarie in the south of NSW, to Carrington in Newcastle. On the lead are CLP12 in undercoat white paint, freshly repainted C505, C510 and SSR102.
Seen here rolling through North Strathfield.
he gentle way the hands touch the feet creates an immediate sense of nurturing and compassion. The delicate positioning of the fingers suggests a moment of mindful touch that speaks to self-care and personal attention._Cara Pin_-1-125
my last morning in Iceland, we stopped at a local artisans’ studio, and i bought this hand-carved horse from an artist named Lára — i’d been telling her about the research grant i’ve submitted to do a project in this country, and another customer who was listening said, “well, now you have your touch wood, for luck” — i hope she is right!
your touch
falling
like first snow in the dark
to the place
where my skin
forgets its name
your touch
on the small of my back
is a door opening
I step through,
weightless
into the hush of you