I am Stephen. I live in Bristol, UK. I decided to shorten my profile...to this: Wildlife, haiku, travel, streetart, psychogeography and my family. Not necessarily in that order.
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Gold dust. A friend had a farm with miniature horses. I was invited to spend time there. One was my favorite I myself named separate what the owner named him,. I called him Goldust and his female twin I called Golduster. They had golden brown coats.
It takes me back to childhood when I would spend time just watching speaks of dust swirling around in the sunlight. Something very innocent and calming.
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Gold dust. A friend had a farm with miniature horses. I was invited to spend time there. One was my favorite I myself named separate what the owner named him,. I called him Goldust and his female twin I called Golduster. They had golden brown coats.
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This one has an ethereal feel. Love it.
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It takes me back to childhood when I would spend time just watching speaks of dust swirling around in the sunlight. Something very innocent and calming.
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Beautiful.
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Thank you.
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Beautifully worded.
To your ‘Brownian Motion’
I say ‘Pedesis’ . . .
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Although beautifully has 4 not 3 syllables godamn lol . . .
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😂
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Love it. Had to look up the word moind.
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