The evening light throws golden shadows on the lake, the trees, and reflects in the golden pond.The cicada begin their evening serenade as the sun sets on the horizon. As early night fades then falls, the frogs begin their orchestrated lyrics as the hoot owl chimes into the symphony of nature.The new moon peaks on the horizon as the sky turns pale pink, purple and mauve.The stars begin to twinkle. A cool breeze rustles through the tree tops and the peace of the night begins.

What a lovely story to go to sleep with!
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I am so happy you enjoyed my post and hope that the peace of the night is always with you,
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Beautiful pictures for my mind to rest in.you should write a book of those wonderful thoughts c
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Thank you for visiting my stories behind the image and for the kind comment. I can see and write about my images as if I were still there, I try to convey those memories in my writing. I’m so pleased you can see and feel it too.
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Xyldia love your perspective & you
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Silent as I whisper, who can hear me but the wind.
Dora.
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