tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post179636567310537756..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: All Italics Are Da Vinci's Except For That MoonElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-69167395840925853762017-06-12T17:50:50.560-07:002017-06-12T17:50:50.560-07:00There is such wonder and magic in your observation...There is such wonder and magic in your observations. Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03052375488090209961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-42762058779863526512017-06-11T06:33:52.077-07:002017-06-11T06:33:52.077-07:00"What happens when everything you see and tou..."What happens when everything you see and touch and hear and smell and feel comes to you as in the fulfillment of a dream?"<br />Obviously, the absolute pure beauty of the result of intent. <br />Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-6807901422634388572017-06-11T00:26:41.549-07:002017-06-11T00:26:41.549-07:00Beautiful, a pilgrimage of sorts. Beautiful, a pilgrimage of sorts. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.com