This was early 07 in Huntsville, Alabama - before the drought dried everything up - Spring had sprung and everything was blooming. I'd walked up to the mailbox to drop off some mail and just stopped under a tree, looked up and snapped. I wish that it'd been a little more out of focus on the right side, but I still thought it was pretty.
ok, this looks so pretty, such a peaceful feeling about it
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After endless nightmares she lies weeping in her bed A blade in her hand, her nightdress is turning red Her skin becomes paler in this cold and stormy night This is the end of all her painful dreams of suicide
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life is a garden, not a road we enter and exit through the same gate wandering, where we go matters less than what we notice ~ Bokonon ~ (The Lost Book)
The guitar is a musical instrument with ancient roots that is used in a wide variety of musical styles. It typically has six strings, but four, seven, eight, ten, and twelve string guitars also exist.
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After endless nightmares she lies weeping in her bed
A blade in her hand, her nightdress is turning red
Her skin becomes paler in this cold and stormy night
This is the end of all her painful dreams of suicide
--
life is a garden,
not a road
we enter and exit
through the same gate
wandering,
where we go matters less
than what we notice
~ Bokonon ~
(The Lost Book)
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And so the light stacks up.
The stars express themselves.
The moon coelesces into something beautiful.
Unity with the sky.
And the night comes falling.
© 2007 Lisa Zaran
Affection jejejej your gallery is very pretty
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And so the light stacks up.
The stars express themselves.
The moon coelesces into something beautiful.
Unity with the sky.
And the night comes falling.
© 2007 Lisa Zaran
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