Stretched out on the cool grass, arms pillowed behind my head, I watch the clouds dancing by, imagining those two are us. Our feet moving together in time to our song, waltzing silently over the surface of the water.
I can feel your fingertips pressing gently into the small of my back, guiding me in this slow pirouette.
Swirling, shifting, the clouds change shape as the wind picks up, pushing us along at a faster tempo. Our legs tangle, our steps get out of rhythm. I can no longer keep up with you, and I trip, falling at your feet.
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So beautifully visual and sensual, Tara. Thanks for sharing.
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This is one of the most beautiful things I have ever read
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Thank you so much Adele, that’s a lovely thing to say.
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Well written and photographed!!
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I love how the clouds are hovering over the water. Very nicely composed and captured. Well done.
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Beautiful= “I can feel your fingertips pressing gently into the small of my back, guiding me in this slow pirouette.”
Great 100
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A peaceful serene scene!
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Cloud dreaming is one of my favorite things — and isn’t it wonderful to live where we can do that all year round!
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A lovely sky-photo!
Well done!
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