“An age is called “dark”, not because the light fails to shine but because people refuse to see it.” James Michener
And Yet And there we all were, no cares in our world, sole operators without reference to any of the subtle reminders that we are not outside nature's pull, how small we seem now, and yet, a thin golden thread casts a path into the night of our days. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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“…….. a thin golden thread casts a path into night of our days!”
Beautiful ❤️!
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subtle , eco 🙂
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Many thanks
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you Chuck 🙂
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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Lovely words for a stunning shot, Paul. It looks so peaceful, as the sun gently slips away, as does time.
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Thank you Chris, it really is that peaceful 🙂 and yes it all slips away.
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I love this! That thin golden thread make all the difference.
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Yes, it really does – many thanks.
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You’re welcome.
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