When the moors were empty, it made them far better to walk upon, Wish decided. There weren’t noisy children running around or dogs barking or horses clopping everywhere. There was just the wind blowing through the dry grasses and heather. The sweet smell of just flowering plants and spring. Birds singing off in the distance and nothing more.
Wish came to a stop and looked around. She spread her arms out and threw back her head. The sky above was a lovely pale morning blue. Not a cloud insight, she noticed. Smiling, Wish dropped her head and arms, she got back to walking, feeling totally calm and satisfied.
(Prompt from: https://scvincent.com/2017/03/23/thursday-photo-prompt-empty-writephoto/ With thanks).
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The photo is far from the moors, but I agree with Wish 🙂
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It was the first impression I got. Though I did realise it wasn’t. Moors just draw me for some reason.
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Me too, Hayley . Always 🙂
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I blame The Secret Garden really! Love the book and the film. Perhaps that’s where my liking comes from.
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I just grew up wandering the moors…though I loved that book too 🙂
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I’ve visited plenty. They do seem to have a wild magic about them.
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They do… an old magic too.
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🙂 Sure does.
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We each seem to have seen different things in the picture, I held my face up and threw my arms wide as I read this, it was full of feeling; a good write
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Thanks so much 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Beautiful, I feel the calm.
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Thanks
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