On the other side of thought
sits where it came from
And in the middle-
are white picket fences
rows and rows of them
One thought
escaped
and then there were woods
and woods
and woods
-M. Taggart
On the other side of thought
sits where it came from
And in the middle-
are white picket fences
rows and rows of them
One thought
escaped
and then there were woods
and woods
and woods
-M. Taggart
mtaggartwriter 
And so far yet to go
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so true
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Thoughtful! Nice!
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Hi Brian!
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It’s nice to live within the picket fence until you see the freedom of the woods…beautiful.
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To be surrounded by a forest is an enchanting feeling 😊
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I love the woods. Many a thought lost (and found) within its borders.
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Absolutely one of the best places to be!
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I agree!
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Seeing one thing, wanting it and then reminded that more are to follow…
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Hi, Susi! Happy New Year!
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Hi to you too, Matt! Hope it was good for you! 🙂
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white picket fences and wood lots of them. Great one and HNY Matt
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Especially woods 😊 thank you Cindy!
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Ya, ya, YAY! ❣️
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