I remember when I was a child, building boats from fallen leaves. Then I would add grass twists as passengers. As we were wondering if our boats would float down the creek, we would imagine wonderful stories and adventures for our passengers and leaf sail boats.
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| Day # 216 "Floating" |
To move, to breathe, to fly,
to float, to roam the roads of
lands remote,
To travel is to live.
--- Hans Christian Anderson
If you are travelling this weekend, travel safe.
See you tomorrow with Day # 217!
Jewels
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