Shores of rolling blue,
kneel on green grass hills
White waves stroll the sky,
pulled by aimless tides
Here the soul wanders,
with nowhere to go
The air is magic,
fall under the spell
A Scottish loch (I can’t remember which one! Lomond, maybe?)
Photo by: c.b.w. 2005
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c.b.w. 2013
C.B. Wentworth 
lovely post (:
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Thank you. 🙂
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I will gladly fall under that spell!
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Me, too. 🙂
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I’m there!
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Me, too! 🙂
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oh the hues. couldn’t you just sit on a rock by the shore for hours and hours!
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Absolutely!!
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Pick a Loch…
🙂
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Any Loch? 😉
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Don’t show me, just pop it back in the pack!
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I’m afraid even I don’t recognise it.
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Oh no! I was counting on you! 😉
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