
“In the depth of winter I finally learned, that within me there lay an invincible summer.” Albert Camus
There Is No Question Can one ask such a question, whether it is possible for winter and summer to be conjoined as fleshly twins, surely there is no question, the answer is obvious, my winters are gladdened by the presence of summer and my summers are tempered by winter's cool curl of memory's turn towards feeling. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
So amazing photo 😍👌🙏🌷
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Yes, I was looking and looking, and I was so glad when this came up.
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🙏🌷♥️🎄
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No question whatsoever!
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Agreed Liz 🙂
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😀
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Daylight in your part of the world is night somewhere else. Winter in your terrain is summer somewhere else. So, it does happen.
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It does indeed 🙂 Thank you for sharing RReena
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So beautiful
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Lovely reflective poem, KK! ❤ The contrasts of seasons marks the passing of our lives.
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We need them both 😀
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true. The two compliment and complement each other. May it always be so. xo
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So appropriate at this time of year, Paul, where we hear sleighbells tinkling in the wintry north, whilst sitting in scorching summer heat here in the south!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Reblogged this on OPENED HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Many thanks Michael.
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Can’t have one without the other. It’s all about balance. Nice write, Paul!
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Thank you so much Susi, yes, I agree – balance.
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You’re welcome, Paul!
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🙂
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