Palmettos along the pier in St. Petersburg, Florida
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"I wish to do nothing for profit. I wish to live for art. I want nothing whatever. I am quite happy." —William Blake
Palmettos along the pier in St. Petersburg, Florida
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Wonderful. The water is especially nice, in front of and behind the pier.
Thanks, dear!!
oh I know those trees, that pier, the water! They awaken a faint wisp of feeling ~ a barely there remembrance (a dream?) of some sweet walk that might have happened in air like that one afternoon in autumn a lifetime ago.