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A concept I wanna revisit again too is Dayshift at the Pond. A zombie apocalypse for kids.
Link and his horse, Aspen, playing in a pond.
#BreathoftheWild #fanart #thankyourluckystars13 #botwlink
#BOTW #digitalart
Newts & lizards, more images from MC Cooke's book 'Our reptiles', 1865. In #Spring newts & other amphibians head to ponds to mate & lay eggs, you can help by providing a pond. Read about Garden Wildlife Health https://t.co/nE2m25iRhE & our recent newt news https://t.co/BaSRtN4URm
Saw my first fox in Ireland last night. 😍
Hoping to see more soon, tho I'm wondering how #bestdogever will respond. Pretty sure she's never seen a fox before...
the fantasy land i'd love to lie down in 💚 todays art is grass ft. pond.
Yay! Chinese edition of Over and Under the Pond. @KateMessner @ChronicleKids
Succumbed to the frozen overnight pond. Thoughts swim across to art works of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood - Sir John Everett Millais ‘Ophelia’
Someone just sent me these two images and I have no idea how to respond.
down by the pond.. 💞🌿(rec full view, this is a tall one!)
based on a picture I took last summer which *definitely* included beautiful fairytale people holding hands surrounded by swarms of fireflies😌
feeding the ducks
(disclaimer: i do Not live in thi,s pond. i live in a House.)
The Swan King wander too far from his familiar pond. Falling into vines and thorns, he was trapped in a place he thought no one could hear, see or find him. The Swan King believed he would never be free. Until...
What happens next? How should the story continue? Any suggestions?
26 December 1997: Ron saves Harry's life by pulling him out of a frozen pond.
“Are – you – mental?” – Ron
On Day 22 of #31DaysofTwoDots, we visited the Koi Pond. Brighten your day with new levels starting at 1836!
In the week before Christmas,Little Robin put on his white vest and went skating on the pond. But oh! Look at frog. He's so cold! @NosyCrowBooks #robin @Natures_Voice #christmas #kindness What do you think will happen?
Movement;
a stirring of the pond.
You stand unaware;
I'm locked into place.
palms feel clammy,
heartbeats race on,
cold winds blow still,
yet it is feverish here.
You see;
wheels turn faster,
the light grows,
rushed desire,
until it's a drug.
Gone;
only ash remains.
#WrittenRiver