I love the mystery of the low morning cloud... the day is still creating the question...even when clouds— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 5, 2020
sweep low
in fleecy drifts
birds celebrate
the birth of morning #tanka https://t.co/J1dP7u8FtQ
Connecting moments in my peninsula world, my Australia and beyond...Whatever speaks to my thalassophile soul in these tidal days...
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