The breeze lifts white sheets on the line strung out into the water. Falling, breathing, as the tide rises. Birdsong, petunias in pots, Softly creased skin.
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The breeze lifts white sheets on the line strung out into the water. Falling, breathing, as the tide rises. Birdsong, petunias in pots, Softly creased skin.
dominique cameron 
You remind of Andrew Wyeth sometimes. The powerful but simple signals of life going on…these signals are ephemeral as nature is quick to response.
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It is the ordinary that moves me. Thanks Michael, Wyeth eh….. 🙂
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