Friday, November 20, 2020

Grass on the Page of a Fable

Sometimes, the breeze is the breath of a sprite...
 

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  1. And sometimes a sprite dances among the dried grasses of late autumn, breathing life in dormant spaces...

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    1. The sprites in these woods, given to mischief and somewhat randy, possess a (w)hole bag of tricks to tease away dormancy.

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  2. ...continue to appreciate the beauty and texture of the grasses, so well captured in both images...
    ...and as for the warming friction...I definitely have a solution in mind...

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    1. The grain of the grain caught my eye too (can't seem to resist a pun). I embellished it slightly here, to satisfy my predilection for fairy tales.

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