They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses.
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned with lillies and with laurel they go, but I am not resigned.
Living without the warmth that was her dearest friend, she grew haltingly cold. She could feel nothing but icy blood being pumped through her veins by a frozen heart.
Admiring the sun and stars.
Through her eyes @emwebster8
Lovely Sunday flea markets.
Art is reflected in the nature of the moon tonight! @emwebster8 @cerisetaylor @colenotphil
Hampton Court Palace was my favorite place we visited in England. I hope with my whole heart to go back someday.
Christmas tree farms and waterfalls? I don’t think there’s a better way to spend Sunday!