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We run to the hills

We run to the hills

There’s a storm a’brewing let’s cut and run to the hills we shall chase the excitement and catch it’s thrills..with the wildness in the woodlands and the rugged rocky peaks, where no man shall find solace whilst he dares and seeks

With only the canopies from leafy treetops as our shadowy shade we plod on betwixt pastures and glide thru the glade..windy woos batter and blow.. bellowing mistiness amidst valleys below..tho the troublesome smother of smog is our guide obscuring our vision of far and wide.. we break thru the billowing barrier ascending up a rise as the sensational sunset enlightens our eyes

Eventually elated we stand on the summit as I slingshot a small stone to marvel at it’s plummet, tumbling down and disappearing from view, to the realms of beyond and out of the blue..but the blustering boisterous menacing rain is robbing us from contentment.. was our climb all in vain.. then out of the darkness a vision of exquisite beguile..a splendiferous double rainbow makes our effort worthwhile

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Jill Tait

Yes luv every cloud has a silver lining :) ❤️❤️❤️ Thankyou my lovely Cherie ❤️❤️❤️

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