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Heaven’s Threshold
Gray yields to an amber blaze, a golden fracture in the haze. It is not light alone we see, but a fleeting glimpse of Majesty… Continue reading
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Kissed by Heaven
She lies beside the path, small and easily passed by, yet holds the whole blue sky within her quiet eye; no mighty sea is she, yet just as fair above—a humble mirror shimmering with heaven’s love… Continue reading
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Evening Without End
The river holds the sun in quiet flame, where day and night in whispered colors blend. Clouds drift, shadows soften all the same, and time forgets the need to ever end… Continue reading
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Twilight’s Touch
Her slender limbs reach, holding the sun’s scarlet blush, night’s first quiet touch… Continue reading
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Echoes of Autumn Light
I watch the drifts through frozen glass, and miss her light on autumn grass. In November’s gold, she used to glow, a cool, crisp breath before the snow. Now winter reigns in silent white, while I crave the ghost of… Continue reading
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Embers in the Cold
Slipping low, she pours her fire into the cold, molten orange fading, rich and bold. Clouds catch embers, ash-soft, warm and slow, and winter keeps the secret of her glow… Continue reading
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Where Winter Colors Fade
She stands weathered against the cold, as amber clouds flare and fade, blending winter blue into soft purple shade… Continue reading
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Road Leads
The road runs west where daylight bends, gold lingers soft where evening ends… Continue reading
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Dawn’s Waiting Hope
A new year lifts with dawn, soft gold spilling over yesterday’s shadows. Her hope rising with the sun, whispering new stories, waiting to be written… Wishing everyone a blessed and happy new year! 🎉🥂 Continue reading
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Dawn Before Christmas
Her soft December light holds its breath, golden hope rising with each quiet hue; she whispers something holy comes next, and Christmas feels closer, just breaking through… I was going to post a different photo, but this morning’s walk changed… Continue reading
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Crimson Grace
She paints the sky in crimson hue, while evening breeze wanders through. The trees turn soft in shadowed grace, as lovers meet in their quiet place… Continue reading
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November’s Glow
She leans softly against the fading horizon, stroking chilled air with a last warm whisper of autumn’s heart… When you live in Ohio, November typically doesn’t glow… it mostly just grumbles and throws cold rain at your face! 😂 But… Continue reading
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