On a lonely cement slab, exposed to the elements, fir needles have been blown by the wind and shaped by the rain into a heart.
I like the way this heart lies on the crack in the cement, sort of like a bandage of love.
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Cool, you have the best insights "a bandage of love" wonderful. I especially like your comment about being able to spend time with my Dad it was a splendid thought, you are awesome.
On the other hand what is this obsession you seem to have developed with air travel??? flying dreams, helicopters, airplanes, hot air balloons??? I think you must need to get away from it all...take off so to speak. Beth and I may have to set up a help fly Clytie to the edge of heaven in search of hearts fund.
I also like your bandage of love perception.
I was thinking the other day that you and Beth have a similar talent for looking at things and seeing something unique, I am thinking of her clouds...Fun
Oh, how beautiful! Bandage of love...Sissy! This picture not only fills my eyes, but covers a giant little crack in my heart.
((hugs))
Wow, that's wonderful -- bandage of love!
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