Dusk April 6, 2016November 25, 2017 / Jennifer Jas purple dusk a canoe glides across the silence (for dad) Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)MoreClick to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
With my paddle still, I can see it, I can feel it, and I can hear a loon…… it doesn’t get any better than that….. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Your image brought up memories of canoeing in the Algonquin Park in Canada. Lovely. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
With my paddle still, I can see it, I can feel it, and I can hear a loon…… it doesn’t get any better than that…..
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Your image brought up memories of canoeing in the Algonquin Park in Canada. Lovely.
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