There is a magical place that I can only get to by boat.
Where the sea meets the sky,
I am cradled between wind and waves.
Neither sinking nor flying,
Skimming along between water and air.
Feeling the spray of the sea in my face.
Dancing with the motion of the ocean.
Looking back at land with no wish to return
to that sedentary, solid place that slows my soul.
floweralley 
Que de magnifiques photos, c’est splendide et j’aime beaucoup le ciel nuageux 🙂
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I loved the clouds also. Thanks Denise.
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Spectacular! I, too, have a place such as yours, and I can’t wait to visit at the end of this month. Seeing your lovely photos, reminds me how much I love it.
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Safe travels away from the prairie.
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