caralockhartsmith

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Forget-Me-Nots

forget-me-notsForget-me-nots in the little plantation on the edge of River Leet.  I waded through the flowers, trying not to squash too many, making for the river, which is brown and narrow and unseen at this point from this bank, though if I was on the other side of the river I would see myself clearly standing on the bank; that is if I had a doppelganger.  Nobody else had walked through the flowers. The deer that were in this little plantation seem to have gone.

May 28, 2015 - Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , ,

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