wind teases paddles
dizzy is the windmill dance
child’s dress billows
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a windmill joust
giggle in the breeze
There is something fanciful about the windmill as it plays with the wind. The prompt at Carpe Diem is Windmills.
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Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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penned in moon dust 
Love the imagery of the poem.
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windmills are always fanciful – no wonder Don Quixote got lost in thought …
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5,7,4? Apart from that possibility – lovely is the image. G:)
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I never play by the rules 🙂
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Beautiful. Love the pictures you paint.
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aww you are so dear
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What whimsical verse!
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such memories of swinging about like a windmill
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Nice poem.
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They move with the winds without recourse even teasing little girls’ dresses’. Nicely Moonie!
Hank
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Thanks Hank I always think of children trying to be little windmills
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children and windmills seem to understand each other
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I’m sure the old don was giggling a lot as he tilted at windmills!
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and the windmills back at him
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indeed
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Such an inspiring poem!
xoxo
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Love Don Quixote giggling in the breeze LOL
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he just fits in there doesnt he?
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that image of the dress billowing
brings it down to earth
cheers
jzb
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little girls and the wind seem to understand each other
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This is an exquisite message, and beautifully delivered. Love this, Leslie!! 😀
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Ah Nina just playing with the words a midst a busy day – much love to you!!
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