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Winter Contrails

The sun creates magical images in the sky.

I call this pattern ‘leaves’.

The contrails create the spine of a leaf and it looks almost like a protecting hand over the winter sky.

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Flying With The Moon

Plane – ‘If I can fly with you, we will be together forever, right?’

Moon – ‘Though we are both drawn to the stars and beyond I’m afraid we will always continue to travel in different directions. But to the eyes beneath us we will always fly high’