Footsteps releasing scents of wild chamomile on a walk to an old church seems like a feast of happiness for the senses...grounded— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 12, 2020
with tall trees
and wild chamomile
an old village church
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Connecting moments in my peninsula world, my Australia and beyond...Whatever speaks to my thalassophile soul in these tidal days...
Friday, 12 June 2020
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