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These ancient mosaic fragments,  slightly submerged in the sea, can be found on a deserted stretch of minor road on the East coast of the Greek mainland, untended, unsignposted, unnoticed. 

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Photography by Jason “Ohdagyo” Fenmore

Jason Fenmore is a full-time professional photographer, but as he says about himself he is “just a guy with a camera who loves photographing the ocean with a major focus on waves”. He resides in Newport Beach, California and has been shooting in the water for about five years. Jason is Surfline Photo Challenge Winner 2017 and also Hippy Tree #52WeeksOfNature Photo Contest Winner 2017. Follow Jason on Instagram @ohdaygo.

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posted by Margaret from tu recepcja

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I hope your Witches night was lovely and Happy Beltane this day! Things are flowery and fruity on my alter! Everything is sunny after last nights storms!

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There’s a storm coming!!

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💗💖

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good morning and happy full moon in gemini dear friends ☾

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Knitters say to put your thoughts for the garment into each stitch.

A very simple idea whole-heartedly shared by the witch.

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Snowing at sea

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Coyote trail through the snow.

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p3: buried

They won’t tell you where they buried the witch, but she’s a mile out of town, in the wild roses. They grow white because of her bones. They smell like decay. They won’t tell you why they buried the witch, but she’d been running around with the preacher man. They were in love from the moment he saw her. They sounded like fiddles. They won’t tell you how they buried the witch, but she screamed when they tore her baby from her arms. They drug her across the dirt road. They split her skin with an ax.

They won’t tell you when they buried the witch, but she was only seventeen, fresh as spring daisies. They brandished her unfit for a grave marker. They wear guilt like a badge of honor.