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Blue


Its a Monday, 
And the chances are,
You must be feeling blue

Here I share a blue pic, captured on my camera, to try n brighten your day. 

There is something about this pic, many a times, when I feel low, I turn to this pic - every time I look at it, it tells me something new.





What does this picture say to you? Go on, tell me. I would love to read your thoughts. 



Comments

  1. To raise abov ethe clouds, above the mundane n soar far far away

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  2. A most enchanting post.

    Yvonne.

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  3. To me it says, I am flying above the clouds but not for long because I am about to take dive! :)

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  4. That is an awesome picture! When looking at that, I always feel that I'm about to go somewhere really cool.

    www.modernworld4.blogspot.com

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    1. Thank you Gina. Hope you can go to all those places you've wanted to :)

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  5. This Monday (and any day) is made brighter because YOU are in it.
    -g-

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  6. Wanna fly above and below those clouds. :)

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