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A to Z of Thankful Me: W

A to Z Challenge, Day 23:  W

W is for Water—whether ocean, lake, or rain






Its beauty soothes my soul again.

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Thanks for water, in its many forms.

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  1. Tired TeacherApril 27, 2015 at 9:56 AM

    I love the sound of moving water.

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    1. KristiApril 27, 2015 at 8:59 PM

      Me, too. There is just something soothing about water.

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  2. AnonymousApril 27, 2015 at 5:06 PM

    I love water. No matter how cold it is, I always want to go swimming. :)

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    1. KristiApril 27, 2015 at 9:00 PM

      I did go snorkeling last week in rather nippy water, but I didn't stay in as long as I would have had the water been warmer.

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  3. Clark FarleyApril 27, 2015 at 6:04 PM

    oceans I can relate to! (lakes I can imagine… even the very large ones), but oceans… there is something about them. never not attractive.

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    1. KristiApril 27, 2015 at 9:01 PM

      I've always been fascinated by oceans. It's just amazing how big they are!

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  4. UnknownApril 29, 2015 at 12:01 PM

    Those pictures are wonderful -- especially that reflection! I'm so glad we live close to the ocean!

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    1. KristiApril 30, 2015 at 9:22 PM

      I was so pleased with that photo! It was taken at Yellowstone, and captured the beauty of the lake so perfectly.

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  5. BiancaApril 30, 2015 at 4:14 AM

    Wonderful Wealth of Mother Nature. Love the pictures.

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