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Might as well post this too
Honey Suckle is just a boy. just a wee lad, getting through life one day at a time
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Sweet Honey Suckle
#flower photography#honey suckle#while#green#original photographer#original photographer on tumblr#photography blog
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honey suckle in the sun
35mm
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April showers bring May flowers
🌱✨🌸
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Cowboy (eau de parfum) Mondo Mondo
Dry Woods
Here the spirit of the Cowboy is represented as The Fool. He is free, naive, and fearless. You can find him sleeping peacefully under the stars.
Notes: Honeysuckle, Grass, Earth, Tobacco, Leather, Coffee, Texan cedarwood, cypress
#Mondo Mondo#eau de parfum#dry woods#honey suckle#grass#earth#tobacco#leather#coffee#cedarwood#cypress
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Florals
Leslie Templeton Photography
taken in 2017
Nikon D610
#floral#flowers#pink#nature photography#honey suckle#red#outdoor photography#visual poetry#art#nature's beauty#bokeh
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Still want to clean this up and make individual refs, but I’m getting back to my pony kiddos!
This is the Rarijack fam
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Like a wildflower growing sweet and unbothered . Unattended, but radiating love in the midst of the tall grass
That is how you found me waiting: alone but not at all lonely
You pick my petals my leaves and stems . You say you want me and that you’ll cherish them
But maybe you never should have stopped. Never should have stretched your hand, to hold something you can’t understand . To have something you did not want to belong to you
- “ Flowers on the Path “
jm
08/18/21 ©
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I ❤️ honey suckle….
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Breast-fed baby
On a stone like a fairy
I’m home in the honeysuckle
Climbing up the terrace
Sweet, warm wind
Tiny sulfuric apples
Closing my eyes
Taking in the gospel
The tree grew taller
We’re short as Mary
Cut is her pine and
The truck neighbor’s maple
The rock looks eroded,
No flower circles nor fungi,
Gifts they used to bring
I’d see them in the sky
I walked myself home and was
Locked out on the porch
Marker on my body,
Standing at the door
On my right, the terrace,
The one I formerly climbed,
Smelled empty, was barren
No flowers, no vines
— “Honey suckle,” Zoie Mull
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