
© Colonialist August 2013 (WordPress)

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About colonialist
Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
You won’t break me
You won’t take me
I’ll fight you under
blood red skies
Through a shattered city, watched by laser eyes
Overhead the night squad glides
The decaying paradise
~ Judas Priest – Blood Red Skies ~
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Fits exceedingly well!
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Wow… my first though was Col talking through a glass of water… was he drowning in a flood… no he had posted a beautiful photo…
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Left me speechless
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I am wurgliss with wadmiration on this Wegsday Col. Gorgeous! 😀
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That is just beautiful.
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In a gloomy kind of way!
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Silence is golden 🙂
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Timw for bed, I said.
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For me – the working day begins …
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‘Nuf said! Shhhhhh.
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You note how silly this ‘red sky at night’ thing is? Next day, gales, rain, cold …
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I was going to comment, but you know . . . Wordless . . .
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I’m the wordless one – you don’t have to be!
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