360*tree

take my hand and climb with me…

two hundred and thirty two degrees: ‘all the time…’

Do You Like To Read ~ Strand Of Oaks

two hundred and thirty two

Skies veiled, in mist. Or smoke. Obscure, horizon. And mountains. Wrapping, the valley in. An ethereal, cocoon. Like angel, wings. I gave, the wrong. Book. Wanted you, to have. ‘The Vinter’s, Luck.’ Instead.

Fate, finds it. Now. As I muse, closing. The last, page. Again. And wonder, what. This, is meant. To mean, exactly.

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That we are worthwhile?

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2 comments on “two hundred and thirty two degrees: ‘all the time…’

  1. Just look at all those colours! Lucky girl xxx

    • circulartree
      May 22, 2013

      The sunsets out here are some kinda beautiful. One of the very many reasons I’m so enchanted by this place. More of the usual xxx

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