Pull up a chair and relax. This is where I write, with my eyes. Stay as long as you like. You'll find me, where the wild roses grow ♥
Thank you so much Rob x
including all those lovely knots in the wood not so lovely at the time in our lives when we suddenly notice them perhaps we are not looking at ourselves with the beauty & belief we should have all those negatives we have instilled in us .. maybe being like wood isn’t so bad its rather beautiful don;t you think or lol you now think Beez is Quite Mad! aaah madbeezdisease lol ;))
wow this is fantastic Diana so wonderfully expressed and the photo just gives weight to your words the feeling and thought of those wooden boards gives me instant the aging the grain texture of our life I love wood lol :)))
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