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Saturday, March 24, 2012

Boat Line

Boats and mooring posts lined up at Hastings on Westernport Bay

Where boats are silent
Locked in a waiting time space
Dreaming of journeys

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4 comments:

labbie1 said...: Those sailboats are beautiful! I guess you are getting ready to put them away for winter?; March 25, 2012 at 10:23 AM
Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...: I'll think of these lines often -- because this picture looks so much like what we see often here.; March 26, 2012 at 1:40 AM
Pat said...: What a beautiful capture! I love the reflection, too!; March 26, 2012 at 10:41 AM
Jim said...: I'm liking this, Gemma. Nice verse too!
I would 'journey' with any of those sailboats. Also several fortunes are tied up there.
..; March 28, 2012 at 2:15 PM

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