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    Loch Cluanie, Scotland  | by © Charlie Reynolds | via hellanne

    In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing... ~T.S. Eliot

    ... Loves laying in grassy fields, but Hates the itchy feeling that comes later...

    barefoot in the daisies...we need to have a picnic in a random field sometime...and make daisy headbands

    thought, "When winter comes again, Where will these bright things be? All vanished, like a vision vain, An unreal mockery!

    To show your kids the simple enjoyment of lying in the grass, day dreaming and watching the clouds float by...

    This shot would work perfectly in the field across from my house and with my low-back dress... perfect!!

    When the soul lies down in the grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase 'each other' doesn't make any sense. ~Rumi