The Chimney Swifts were flying down this chimney to sleep for the night.
“The first sunset of
November slips behind bare branches like a secret—soft, golden, and gone before
you know it.”
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Sunday Sunset
The Chimney Swifts were flying down this chimney to sleep for the night. “The first sunset of November slips behind bare branches like a s...
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2 comments:
Wow, Ginny, what absolutely gorgeous captures! And your header is brilliant! I don't know how you change your header like this so often, but I find it amazing and fun!
Thank you so much for sharing, dear friend.
Yes! Thank you so much for sharing. Both the pictures and the poems.
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