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Photos by my sister EileenShimmering light
The lily pond.
Deep water.
The music of your eye
The touch of your arm
Your always honey smell.
I love.
Rustling trees in a row,
A wide green lawn;
People stoop to see small flowers.
A snail on the path.
The perfection of the shell.
I believe.
Unusually tall dandelions
at the edge of this wood
Wave in the warm west wind.
We smile.
Sitting pen in hand
I wonder what I would have written
In all the letters I’ve not sent you.
Far away on the Ridgeway,
Cars,seem small as ants,
Rush towards the motorway.
They make us laugh.
How green the meadows are
How fresh the old trees.
I gaze at you.
I find I am.
It’s mutual.
I thank you
How my heart sings 
Lovely pictures…and word-images. 😉
Thank you.My sister has just got back so no doubt will have lots more photos… good as I am confined in the house swallowing more antibiotics..let’s hope these work.:)xx
Hope you are soon fully recovered….Hugs! ❤