Below the pier’s godown, where sellers out-shelled greenbacks, would daily come up Shelly, who, effervesced with gaze awed to the above, ever bought into the bubbly ado of the terrestrial crew. ; )

Some bettas may find themselves lucky enough to be either free or awash in a red-carpet tank, but those of the piscine precariat simply fancy a chance to ever leave their cups for a space scaled to hold at least one-fin-for-three glubs. ; )

She, static as a mule [and certainly in no hurry too], could not be persuaded to set her baggage and sit for her shoot; the whiffletree had broken free—leaving her steering stubbornness and the photographer’s collectiveness carted to where patience is departed. ; )

Below sunned shade

Atop valleyed peak

Sit nearly apart

Ponderer

Learner

And

Warmthful coolness

Breezing omneity

Amidst their sphere. ; )

“Psst, Geri! I know this brush may seem lush, but it is also quite prickly—especially on the nosey.”

“Come with me. I know a secret spot—a neck twixt those hills—teeming with trees dolloped by greenery fozy.” ; )