in a colorblind world
black and white makes a picture
but grays tell the story
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
Breathtaking… 🙂
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deeply appreciate that
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Fabulous!
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appreciate that, Rana
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Though it would ruffle many feathers, I see more gray than black and white in life.
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me too – isn’t ruffling fun?
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What an amazing poem. This one’s going to stick with me.
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and I thank you for the amazing comment
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Yes, indeed, it does.
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thanks, Melanie
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Because gray is a sign of wisdom.
Absolutely love it how you went from colours to essence of life.
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vita ad reductio
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Beautiful in its brevity and beautiful photo, too.
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I so appreciate your comments
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Love it.
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thanks kindly, Becky
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you’re welcome
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Stunningly succinct and powerful.
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thanks so much, professor
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Mt old mum was always on about the grey areas. Wonderful wise words.
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mums often are
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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It sure does tell the story, louder than color would.
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amen
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Just nice!
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thanks kindly
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Beautiful!
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thanks kindly, Mel
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