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the beanstalk


the beanstalk, originally uploaded by Ghost Particle.
many lessons in growing up, it offers
wishing for many more, for everyone else
another day, spent waiting for rain

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Mythily said…
Its waiting to grow, not for the rain :)
Kavi said…
AWesome !

:)
venus66 said…
Beautiful!
Jeevan said…
superb shot bro! the plant stands still.
Miladysa said…
Will you climb it when it grows?
Nahuatl said…
Love the depth of the background. Great shot.
Wonderful photograph. I love to walk and stand in the rain. There is something about it that makes me feel liberated. (or maybe just silly) Either way, it quenches my souls desire to understand that we are merely a drop of water compared to the universe.

Very nice.

Soft love,
T
Donn w/2nz said…
It snowed two weeks early and I am waiting for it to melt...wishing my life away.
Miladysa said…
Have you disappeared up that beanstalk Ghosty?

Hello?

H e l l o . . .
Miladysa said…
Happy Deepavali!
Ghost Particle said…
thank you dear friends.

@tara melting along with the raindrops, finding our place in the universe, and realizing the ultimate distances of space. we are tiny, we see. thank you, hugs :)

@milady i did climb it, went away and came back :D

Happy Diwali, HUGS!

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