Through the mist or the snow if you look hard the castle of dreams is there beckoning you on...
Dylan Thomas
Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toenails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that you bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. - Dylan Thomas
Monday, April 5, 2010
Gypsy in my Blood!
I so want one of these lovlies for my back yard! I would go out at twilight and sit drinking my cuppa and gazing at the fireflies or talk with a friend in candlelight. Sigh! I am a gypsy at heart!
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My mother and Grandmother were born in a Varda much similiar to this one in your photo...
I so want one of these lovlies for my back yard! I would go out at twilight and sit drinking my cuppa and gazing at the fireflies or talk with a friend in candlelight. Sigh! I am a gypsy at heart!
2 comments:
My mother and Grandmother were born in a Varda much similiar to this one in your photo...
Hmm... I like this!
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