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Moss and Stones

Day 50 ... beautiful sunset.

Good afternoon.❄️šŸ§ŠšŸ“–šŸŒžšŸŒæ

"Moss and Stones" is a poem about believing.There is something special about the natural world. Sometimes patience helps you get through anxious times?

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What did they feel ?
Moss and Stones
On that dark cold night

Were their hopes as hollow
As a dry well
Were their senses as numb
As death itself

Moss and Stones
In this spark gold light
Their resilience shines through
Icy morning

- Michie Lyne

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Moss and Stones, photo, Michie Lyne, 2025
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