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Day 296: Driving in the Backwoods

The leaves of fall, reflect the colours of the sunset. Winding paths taking me to new places. Starlight is the only thing I need to move me forward. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

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Day 276: Jungle Dance

Trees weave about me, as if they hear a song whispered in the wind. Notes played, words spoken, rhythm shared among the rustling leaves. The river vibrates, with the sound of soft steps echoing in the ripples of waves, a measured base to the cadence of the night. I gaze up at mountains, craved by… Continue reading Day 276: Jungle Dance

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Day 27: Movement (The Wind Danced)

The ripple of the water, A song of sight, Flow through her body Telling stories of joy and pain In each bend and wave. Her leg stretches, Leaps and twirls Dictating rhythms of will And time. Arms extending, Catching the moments in between, Where the tale ended and Began again. Cyclic stories Of laughter and… Continue reading Day 27: Movement (The Wind Danced)