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Ashenbank woods near Cobham, England by Simon Bolton

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Here’s a video so you can hear the water and the thrushes. I took it for you because you couldn’t be there. <3

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Best friends

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"Are you sure?"

Universe: Oblivion Vanilla CW: Injury (no blood) Written for flashfictionfridayofficial's 'Help not wanted' prompt.

Briar trotted down the hill next to where I lay on the ground, nuzzling at my torso. "No, no. I've got it," I told my steed. Carefully I rolled over, gruting at a twinge in my left shoulder; to be expected when you've fallen awkwardly down a steep incline. Pulling my hands beneath me, I pushed-- My left arm gave way with no warning and I fell face-first in the dirt. Spitting dust, I tried again. The result was the same. "How strange," I told the horse. "It just doesn't work… But it doesn't feel broken…" Briar snorted, nosing at me again. "Yes, yes." This time I rolled to my right, using only that arm to push myself up. My head swam. Briar made a sound much like a huff, lowering himself down next to me. Instinctively, I reached out to pat his neck, to give reassurance. I gasped as lighting-pain drove through my upper chest, exploding on my collar bone. Briar squealed and shook his head. "So maybe it is broken," I muttered after catching my breath. Briar's snort was harsher this time. I wrapped my hand around the straps of his harness, using it to pull myself to my knees. He watched as I rose unsteadily to my feet, nickering softly and tossing his head. I frowned. "Are you sure?" We didn't have a lot of practice with him rising while I was mounted. His ears went back and he grunted. "Okay. I get the message." I mounted up, and Briar groaned as he rose. But rise he did, and began trotting towards the path and civilisation.

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Sophistry!

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welcoming april in full bloom ❁*･ﾟ

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mid-morning in the spring ♡ Instagram - Twitter

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Spring is absolutely good news

© Veronika Tsoi

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First it was me, then it became us

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What do you think he's singing to her?

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Oishi Park, Fujikawaguchiko, Japan by Masami Shirai

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Hitachi Seaside Park, Ibaraki, Hitachinaka, Japan by Masami Shirai

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It's opening! :D

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WIP WEDNESDAY 3/5/25

low pressure tagging! @hannah-heartstrings , @priafey , @sylvienerevarine , @druidx , @azures-grace and YOU (the tagging is messing up for me AGAIN!!! grrrr)

trying to get back into finishing match fit...

Albert Jemane was a nervous man in life.  Even as he became advanced in age he made certain that his son checked the locks on every door and that every window was closed; each floorboard evenly placed-- always as soon as Guilbert awoke. Sure, it became inconvenient at times but the constancy must have worked because Guilbert rose from his bed and did not even dress out of his sleeping clothes before he was rattling the locks on his window and bedroom door.

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[I know life is tough, but you are too]