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Q - Quiet

Peaceful and quiet is a place I love. Silence and quite depicts the capture below.
What you think?


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J.L. Campbell said…
I'm being reminded today to take quiet time, compliments of the letter Q. That's good advice.
C Hill said…
I'm glad I've found your blog through the A to Z Challenge and I look forward to reading more!

-Cristyl @ www.mychillthoughts.com
Lovely shot. Its quite relaxing.
KaTy Did at: Life's Ride As I See It
Lucy said…
Quiet is on the mind today. Your photo captures the mood and those benches would be a great place for a moment of quiet and some reading too :)
Lucy from Lucy's Reality
Tami Von Zalez said…
I want to be THERE ... thinking it is a good spot for a modeling photo shoot. *grins*

Popped by from Arlee's AtoZ post.

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Mel Chesley said…
Looks very quiet and peaceful. I'd sit there for hours and muse. :)

Mel at Writings Musings and Other Such Nonsense
This is a gorgeous blog! Because A to Z highlighted your blog, I am here and very glad of it. A friend of mine nominated me for a Liebster Award which is a tool for networking. See my Other Blogs post for details.
Beautiful photograph!

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Unknown said…
Would love to sit on that bench and while the hours away.

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Anonymous said…
That's a very cool picture!
Fe said…
Peace and quiet provide wondrous healing for the soul.

Thank you. This is great.
Summer Ross said…
What a beautiful photo!
New follower.
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Unknown said…
I'm having a lovely quiet day in Brazil today, very nice.
I love quiet and noise equally depending on my mood:)
#atozchallenge
maggie at expat brazil

Kern Windwraith said…
That bench looks so inviting--the perfect invitation to reflection and contented solitude.
H Ashwini .. Quiet - just that essential that we need to allow in ... love your quietude ...

Those benches are peaceful .. cheers Hilary
Anu said…
Very nice perspective..lovely capture Ashwini!
Hey all,

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