beyond corduroy fields,
where the suede bluffs lie,
there’s a crepe paper lake
‘neath a soft cotton sky;
yet these same textures
are hard to recall
when winter’s white blanket
covers them all
–photo by me
winter: where texture goes to die
beyond corduroy fields,
where the suede bluffs lie,
there’s a crepe paper lake
‘neath a soft cotton sky;
yet these same textures
are hard to recall
when winter’s white blanket
covers them all
–photo by me
lovely!
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Thank you!!😊
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Brilliant!
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