The flightpath of an aimless gossamer was drifting in a weakening afternoon breeze that tickled noses and made just about everyone rub their eyes amidst the dusty setting sunshine.
As one bid adieu to a newly discovered bourbon still, flighty fluffy somethings from an alcohol-driven yesterday continued to float into an airy ballroom we call today.
(Photo: Michael Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
Mytwosentences 
I am floating on air with the post. Love the worn wood of the barn. Great imagery! 🙂
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Your kindness knows no bounds Dr. Mary. Thank You so very much.
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I do so enjoy well-crafted words in sentences. Art in yet another form! My pleasure as always. 🙂
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Great photo! Nice shot MR! Mr. Mytwosentences, I love how the story flows with the photo and unfolds in just 2 sentences. Brilliant writing Edward!!
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Your kind words always put a smile on my face. Thank You so very much.
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Always look forward to your next post! Love reading and learning. Your two sentences put a smile on my face as well. 🙂
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Nelly, you are very kind and I really appreciate it. Thank You so much.
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Reblogged this on Ancien Hippie.
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“…float into an airy ballroom we call today…” Mmm.
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Great image. Superb post
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