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  Posted: May 13, 2012 9:39 PM FEED
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I never found a companion so companionable as solitude. ๐Ÿ™‡

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The Dog stranded at sea! A recent pic from summer holiday on the Swedish island of Gotland. ๐Ÿถโ˜€๏ธ๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช
Floating through a sea of red. โค๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ
Very first signs of spring in Sweden ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช this tiny crocus shooting up through the stones is a welcome sight! ๐ŸŒฑ๐Ÿ’œ
I love sunglasses ๐Ÿ˜Ž I have all shapes and colours. ๐ŸŒžโค๏ธ๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’–
The bridge to moo moo land. ๐Ÿฎ
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The ideal of calm exists in a sitting cat: Jules Reynard.
Sunrise on a recent visit to the Greek island of Crete. ๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒŠโ›ต๏ธ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ท
Spinning is my second favourite S word. ๐ŸŒช
Eventually all things merge into one, and a river runs through it: Norman Maclean.
I always wear a feather in my cap on Sunday's. ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฅ
We were sat under blankets outside a cafe enjoying a fika which is Swedish for a coffee and cake break, shorty after this shot. It was the first time this year we could feel the sun's heat which felt extra special. Hurry up Spring! โœจ๐ŸŒฌโ„๏ธ๐ŸŒฑโ„๏ธ
You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. Don't try to forget the mistakes, but you don't dwell on it. You don't let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.
Johnny Cash.
A smile to melt the coldest snowflakes. โ„๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿผโ„๏ธ
If I can bicycle, I bicycle. Thank you that is all. Happy Friday pocket people! ๐Ÿšด๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ’จ
Posted: Feb 9, 2016 3:39 PM
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People are like stained - glass Windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within. โ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒผ
Buck up and stay in the truck, it's better to rust out than wear out! ๐Ÿš›๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’จ
There is madnesssss to my method. ๐Ÿ
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you. Not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. There in each other all along. โค๏ธ
I don't want to spend my life not having good food going into my pie hole. That hole was made for pies.