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by theuglyearring
I want to be dust
caught by the wet
that brings forth weeds
and wildflowers;
(during a dust storm)
poem: what i want to be
I want to be dust
caught by the wet
that brings forth weeds
and wildflowers;
(during a dust storm)
poem: what i want to be
How wonderful to see you and mini you
you & tribe must be so happy in your new home, it looks amazing!
(beautiful post)
♥
we love it – lots of work and learning tons about farm life.
Ohh, so beautiful!! This photograph is timeless…
xoxo!
Vous êtes belles !!
merci!
O my gosh.
Now I simply MUST know your handwriting. And perhaps see more photographs of the farm.
your handwriting is art mine is completely illegible.
i must send you a bit of dust.
hope all is good with the lovely pink haired lady.
…blue, now!
oooh…a long long time ago – i did blue ..blue streaks it was early 2000s (after all). it felt good.
i hope the blue belongs to you.
<3 <3 this photo takes my breath… xx v
thank you!
simply beautiful mama…
there you are! i’ve missed your visits and your comments!
i hope all is well with you and your tribe!