Presence ~ The Indishe #writephoto — Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

The land undulated into endless miles merging with the distant horizon. The dried wisps of grass cavorted with tiny flowers that danced on their fragile ,thin stalks in the gentle breeze. And not a soul was in sight. The only sound was the wind whispering softly. Continue reading at The Indishe

via Presence ~ The Indishe #writephoto — Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

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  1. Sue Vincent says:

    Thank you for sharing 🙂

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    1. Thanks for posting great stuff so I can share. Have a good weekend, Sue.

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