Independence Day
Warm, dry desert air
Far away from the barbecuing masses
Our destination:
Neighbor’s strawberry fields
Over a rusty fence
Past barking hounds
Sandaled feet
Sand grains between our toes
And there
Waiting just for us
The fruits of seduction
Luscious red
In nests of green
Sensual aroma
Juicy sweetness
Indulgence!
But we didn’t find only strawberries…
Heila 
Liebe Heila das ist schon verrückt dort schneit es und hier an der Ahr Überschwemmung hab einen so schönen sonnigen Sonntag das wünsche ich dir mit lieben Grüßen Klaus in Freundschaft
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Lieben Dank!!
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Liebe Heila einen schönen sonnigen Sonntag wünsche ich dir Klaus in Freundschaft
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Lieber Klaus, ich schicke dir warme Sonnenstrahlen aus Israel.
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how lovely, your post, and how sweet! *smile*
greetings
from lu
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Thank you dear Lu! 🙂
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Hi Heila 😀 I would have loved to have seen the potato dance. What delicious looking strawberries !! Hugs Ralph xox ❤
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Hi dear Ralph. You can meet the potato dancer when you’ll come… I spoke with him today. Will send you an email. Hugs, Heila
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That will be great to meet him my friend as it will meeting you. I am looking forward to receiving your email Heila. Big hug. xox ❤
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Wow they look delicious, sure you enjoyed them!
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Yesss, we did! Thanks for stopping by, dear Ute.
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Coucou Heila !
I also have ” Strawberry fields forever ” in my head
Have a nice day
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Merci chère Juliette !
It still is a special song.
Have a wonderful weekend.
Heila
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How fun ………
“Let me take you down, ’cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.” John Lennon
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Hi dear friend and thanks for stopping by! Yes, I thought of that song when I wrote the lines!!!
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I love this! Thanks, Heila.
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Thank you dear Ann!
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