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For my love of shoes. Today I will be sharing just one photo with you. Its a miniature painting I did some time ago. Let me know what you think. Thanks for stopping by For my love of shoes! If you are a first time visitor, welcome! I would be honoured if you would take a moment to leave a comment andor subscribe to my blog . Do keep in touch, I love to hear from new and old friends! Until next time, keep well! Links to this post. Black and gold heels. Now this is what I call the perfect shoe! I would.CONTENT
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Each time I have been to sleep,. I see a place where I want to be,. The meadow where long grass grows,. The same place by a giant tree. The sun setting in magnificence,. Clouds passing through my palms,. Sheen air infusing life through the fog,. The feeling of oneness so calm. The leafless tree by the bank,. Near those stones I want to sit,. An undertone of the flowing river,. The moon to make it all fit. My mind takes me there,. Each time I go to sleep,. Time seems to stand down,.