Five black and white photos from my everyday life. Day four: labyrinth.
How I longed to run into this mess of twisting branches and climb through from one end to the other. But I’m too old. And I still have my pride.
A quiet place.
Five black and white photos from my everyday life. Day four: labyrinth.
How I longed to run into this mess of twisting branches and climb through from one end to the other. But I’m too old. And I still have my pride.
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Some say we’re never too old! Others suggest we’re as old as we fell. Eventually, common sense prevails! But ‘common sense’ is an oxymoron LOL
or “feel”, not “fell” – happy for you to moderate, Trish 🙁
I’m as old as I fell. Too old to climb even low-growing trees.