As if God were blowing seeds off a dandelion
scattering us,
into the arms of doorways,
under the shield of awnings,
fighting against the natural urge to fly into the air and far away.
To disappear between the tall reeds of winter.
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Really hoping that you don't mind, but I found (and have just 'pinched') your beautiful image to go with an entry on my blog .....
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Let me know, however, if you do mind and I promise to remove it straight away.
Kind regards,
Alison
That's no problem at all. It's actually a clipart image from Microsoft Office, so it's free for use. Enjoy!
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