one hundred and thirty five degrees: ‘see me laying in the grass…’

Matter Of Time ~ The Low Anthem

one hundred and thirty five

Slowly, trust builds. Thor, invites. Me, closer. Patience, persistence. Mutual, respect. Gently, by degree. Each day, we show up. And open, our hearts. A little, wider. Til it, finds. Us, worthy.

Where my true love’s bound to pass…

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4 thoughts on “one hundred and thirty five degrees: ‘see me laying in the grass…’

    • Thank you Peter! Took quite a lot of stealth and sweet talking to get Thor to let me get close enough to capture this. Even in this relaxed repose, he’s guarded and governed by his instinct to flee. He’s absolutely gorgeous but so different to my domestic tribe… there’s constant international feline peace talks happening here. Now, if I could just find my babelfish! *wink*

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