~ waking ~
through lines of spangling dew always
I hear your song strumming the violet strand
stretching endless in a lazy morning yawn
your gentle face stripped bare
beyond the rolling mist
feeling your mood
your strings
always there ~ con fuoco
Gill McGrath© May 14
Gill McGrath 
It’s the end of 2016, and so many times I have thought of you, Gill. I miss you and hope you are okay~~ ♥
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That sun does glow
With this thread of virtuoso 🙂
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Hi there! I just got an E-mail, telling me that you have started to follow my blog. Great; but you’ve started to follow my first blog that is filled to the limit. So I’ve started a 2nd blog to continue. You can find it here: https://harrienijland2.wordpress.com/ You’re very welcome and there’s a blue follow-button on the right side.. See you! Cheers, Harrie.
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No new post Gill ?
Love ❤
mùichel
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All is vibration in this photo . The rays of the rising sun make illuminate the mist above the undulating countryside.
Only the wires and the fence show right lines
Technically this photo is a success . it is great to succeed to picture so well with such nuances the sun .
Love ❤
Michel
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Dreamy setting and the fence makes the image, Gill.
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So wonderful, dear Gill~~
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Hey Gill .. I have missed your posts! This is lovely gold and gorgeous. Glad you are back 😀
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This is beautiful Gill! Xxx
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