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Carpe Diem Special #216 Patircia Donegan's "lean into the wind"

after the storm
silence spreads across the field
broken chimes

©  petra domina

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

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  1. Kim M. RussellJuly 25, 2016 at 1:32 AM

    Beautiful :)

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  2. Yamini MacLeanJuly 25, 2016 at 2:45 AM

    Hari OM
    Very visual!!! YAM xx

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  3. humbirdJuly 25, 2016 at 7:54 AM

    Ah, broken chimes....wow

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  4. UnknownJuly 26, 2016 at 12:00 AM

    Ah the silence and calm after the storm...love that line, broken chimes.

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    1. JaniceJuly 26, 2016 at 11:17 PM

      Well, last night the storm that we did not realize was blowing through broke our umbrella > : /

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  5. JaniceJuly 26, 2016 at 11:13 PM

    Oh, my. blushing. thank you so much.

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  6. Adas AlcoveJuly 27, 2016 at 6:42 AM

    Loveliness tinged with sadness - I like it.

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  7. Bastet's Waka LibraryJuly 28, 2016 at 3:24 AM

    Bravo ... this is full of images and the silence mixed with broken chimes is exquisite. Bastet

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    1. JaniceJuly 28, 2016 at 11:41 AM

      So pleased you liked it. Good to 'see' you visiting.

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