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From next door’s garden, chins wag as tales unfold, beneath china-blue skies. Where, screeching swallows turn on curved wings, to swoop upon insects skimming the indolent stream. Meanwhile, seagulls silently soar, seeking thermals, to surf the heat. As the summer clouds drift on by, above my hammock retreat.
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In my hammock – Bath,UK – picture by M A Lossl
M.A. Lossl 
Sounds idyllic!
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Thank you Liz, it is x
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I’m going to photoshop the book to read ‘Blood Road’. Nice poem Margaret, I envy you your hammock!
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Thank you, Rob. Photoshop away;) You are more than welcome to come and enjoy the hammock.
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I am envious, Margaret! 🙂
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Tanja, you also are surrounded by beauty:) We are blessed.
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Yes we are! 😊
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This sounds like my happy place. I love the imagery!
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Thank you. I’m blessed my happy place s in my garden.
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