Yesterday, while I’m at workhe picks up a lovely large antique mirror that I’d been eyeingbrings it home, hangs it on the wallnever mentionsI come in tired, talk to the doggo up to change my clotheswhen I come down, I…
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There is great comfort in waking early beginning the day in a house still in slumber sitting with coffee and a book by the window where outside the day is just barely breaking last night’s beautiful worm moon bright against a still dark sky listen to the sounds…
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This morning my hand feels as if it’s being twistedpainfully against its willits been overworkeda day off, I am sunk into my chair of comfortreading about the brainand how it workswhile across from me he goes from paperto book, to…
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that I should be so entranced by the very promiseof loveas to be wishing that someone, somewherewould write for mea love song, possibly just a few lines that read like poetry, of longingand admirationof desperation and hopeto have someone enchanted…
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