Within this land of white
the pines creak in the twilight
And I miss thee.
In this frozen squall
within our footprints I fall
towards the shadow.
As it flutters free
of the cedar tree
I see.
Within this land of white
the pines creak in the twilight
And I miss thee.
In this frozen squall
within our footprints I fall
towards the shadow.
As it flutters free
of the cedar tree
I see.
the temenos journal 
My best friend is married to a French/Canadian. He is a translator who lives in Toronto. I cannot wait to visit! Beautiful words and photo!
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That’s a truly beautiful picture! Where is it?
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Thankyou, here at the lake – last night at dusk… the sun broke through and the whole sky went this tangerine orange as it was setting.
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Oops..forgot people come from all over the world…up near Georgian Bay/Collingwood Ontario region …if you know the area it’s outside the Beaver Valley
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No, I don’t, but I just looked it up on google maps.
I’ve always wanted to visit Canada someday because the landscape is so beautiful – I’m from Northern Germany by the way:)
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