I stopped at the edge of the forest, my feet toeing the line
Between sunlight and shadow, where squirrels scampered
Among crisped leaves, up and around the magnolias. No physical
Barrier barred my way, no fence or wall impeded, yet
My eyes lost focus in the dappling of the light, and I
Hesitated to stray outside the confines of the civilized
World, where the rose-scented wind had my back.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
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Beautifully written and gorgeous images to go with such wonderful lines!
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Thank you! I love living on the edge of a forest.
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Great location that you captured beautifully!
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Once again a small vacation with Leslie, thanks for the trip and I’ll smell this roses at my back all day!
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Thank you!
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