I dream myself back into that aspen forest. White trunks shooting straight as arrows. Their leaves shimmering platinum in the wind. The ground is musky, feral with life. If I close my eyes and concentrate, a sharp stone pokes through the sole of my sneaker. A bloom swaggers, brushing against me. The stream sings down the mountain.
CRISPLY SPOKEN 
a read it;
and i saw a moving painting.
simple sentences; subtle things; captured and delivered in gigantic colors.
i’m glad I stopped by. 🙂
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Thank you so much! That’s a terrific complement. I’m humbled.
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and more about #BlogFlash. can you tell me something about?
i mean is it just writing everyday or is it writing based on daily theme and wordcount?
i’m interested in joining in #BlogFlash.
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Read about #BlogFlash2012 at https://elisabethcrisp.com/2012/08/01/thinking-day-1-2/ If you follow the link in the post, you’ll see the topics. I like your work. I’m looking forward to reading more.
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terrible comment, the above one.. :O how did i even do so many mistakes! 😀
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No worries. It happens to everyone. Thanks for commenting!
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