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eel river, indiana (about 4 blocks away)
While the flowers, pale and unreal in the moonlight, floated away upon the river; and thus do greater things that once were in our breasts, and near our hearts, flow from us to the eternal seas.Charles Dickens
8 comments:
lovely, yet melancholy images.
betmo: Ahhhh, but in a nice way! ; )
Mmm, I love Dickens. Love the photo and love you today and every day. Missing you, hope all is well.
Peace, love and understanding, (or just acceptance?)
~ RS ~
Dickens! Hi again Coffee Messiah.
Beautiful pictures and words.
By the way,the Xmas song is up on my page, now. You can download it, if you like. It's my gift to friends and strangers, this year, since I'm broke and hate consumerism.
I wish we could celebrate Xmas in a Dickensian way but it looks hard, everybody loves shopping... far from the madding crowd...
peace & ciao
Yes lovely.
wow...Dickens was so romantic...that was and is soooo lovely...
ruby:Thanks for passing by!
olgostin:I will get in contact with you soon with a song you might enjoy hearing. Thanks for coming by!
casdok: Greetings and Thanks for coming by!
e4e: Hope all is well!
Have been to your neck of the woods many times. Love the picture of the river. Love Dickens (who doesn't), all very good!
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