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| Looking toward Crescent Beach, at high tide. |
And I'm too tired to say much more. Found some goodies, listened to birds, filled my shoes with wet sand.
Going to bed now.
Saturday, November 08, 2014
Just one of those November days
On Boundary Bay.
And I'm too tired to say much more. Found some goodies, listened to birds, filled my shoes with wet sand.
Going to bed now.
And I'm too tired to say much more. Found some goodies, listened to birds, filled my shoes with wet sand.
Going to bed now.
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Looks lovely and SO calm. =) Hope you had a good sleep. =)
ReplyDeleteA November poem I know of was written a long time ago by Thomas Hood:
ReplyDeleteNo sun no moon!
No morn no noon -
No dawn no dusk no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! -
November!
...scrounged from 10,000 birds