They come, gathering – heralding the autumn.
On every line, above every hill.
Swallows - it’s time to say goodbye, farewell …… hurry back.
Clouds: dirty, grey, angry and black – it’s time to run and hide.
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MY BOOK! FINALY!!
The Self Published Writer's Cut.
One of these two.
A random image.
looking for sunny periods
I like shells
There to remind me
An old photo remains
can't click on this one yet (you can now - i found a reference to fourteen)
Who am i? What's going on?
A long and (not) winding road.
Always leads to my door.
Only ever meant to last the night...
One I Took Earlier.
an eye on autumn
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Rain and plenty of swallows in Abruzzo, too. Hiding indoors today for the first time. Rain, rain, go away!!
High drama yesterday when a huge hawk grabbed our latest chick, "Al Capone". Luckily, we were able to scare it off. Sadly, Norris wasn't so lucky. Remains of the chick were found later...
Don't worry, with a name like that i reckon Al Capone can look after himself, Norris on the other hand.......
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