Wintery and salty

For J.D.

Thank you!!!

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“My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.”            ~ Henry. W. Longfellow

Full of longing

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“The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.” ~ Cornelia Funke

Silvery shadows

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“The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient.

One should lie empty, open, choice-less as a beach – waiting for a gift from the sea.” ~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Choice-less beach

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© 2013  Broken Sparkles

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Sunrise sweetness

There’s beauty in the silver singing river, there’s beauty in the sunrise in the sky, but none of these and nothing else can match the beauty that I remember in my true love’s eyes.

Bob Dylan

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.

Horace Mann

What breaks in daybreak? Is it the night? Is it the sun, cracked in two by the horizon like an egg, spilling out light?

Margaret Atwood

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“Sunrise sweetness” by Blaga Todorova

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“Wrapped in blue” by Blaga Todorova

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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Summer snow

Summer snow

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald

“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”
John Steinbeck

“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.”
Natalie Babbitt

“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
Pablo Neruda

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“Summer snow” by Blaga Todorova

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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