Old Girl December 16, 2016 ~ nesbitandgibley She’s losing sight, our old girl; the filaments subsiding to soft emeralds. Yet her eyes still hold the reign of bold, enveloping ribbons, of blooming hurricanes. Share this:Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
You remind me of Whitmans great poem : ‘ I think I could turn and live with animals they are so placid and self-contained’ LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
You remind me of Whitmans great poem : ‘ I think I could turn and live with animals they are so placid and self-contained’
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Taken as a compliment – thank you!
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