This morning I notice a bookunder the nightstandby our bed It’s called Fifty on Fifty orsomething of that naturewhile here I am on the eve often years pastand… I’m not even sure I have read it it seems strange yet,…
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Last night at dinner,my first spoonful of tomato soupand soda crackersaw, looooook I say to himthe broken bit of cracker on my spoon a perfectly lovely heart the other day at work,it’s the time of year that the whitewash comes…
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Last week, MondayI come in from work to tell himI have hit mylow earlier, I have quite silently whispered to myselfI cannot go oneverything feels, as if Iammuch too fragile for this old world on the inside, I push througha…
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Another gorgeous, gorgeous day,I mean, that aloneis to becelebrated, but this morning, something wonderful a walk to my most peaceful spotthe pondwhere for a time I will gaze on familiar spacesas I doevery day there are words, etched on my…
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Three or four days ago, I quit a bookto the faithful few (ha!), you might knowthis is not something I dooftentrue, I have been in a bit of areadingfunkstart… stumble through.. move on(also not like me)my work day read, is…
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In the high heat of summer dayswhich I absolutelylovedays in which it isvitalthat yousitfor a time, and give thanksfor a breezeand the intermittent coverage of passingclouds where the soft coo of the doveseems to suitthescorchdays where one would expect to…
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This morning my husbandis the first one out,actually I had already been out at four with the pupbut as this is a day offwe both, puppy and I happily snuggled back inhusband is greeted this morning, just outside the back…
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Sitting quietly in my chair by the window,outside the sky turns itselffrom a dull, blustery, overcastgreyto a beautiful bluewhite billowy clouds sailingand sunshine beaming throughI had a phone appointment scheduled this morningand soI sat, baited of breathready, and silently rehearsinguntil…
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This morning I watch a robinas he/she walks alongin the gardena very hopeful sort of birdushering in the certain signsof springthe joy of spotting crocusesand a multitude of green sproutsthe robin then takes a stop at the small pondI watch…
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Yesterday begins,quite snowy, and a littleblowyreports of winter storm warningsfeel,as most language these daysslightly overblownlooks to me, just like winteradmittedly, much more winterthan we have had for several yearsalthough from here, as I read aboutlosses of habitats, and lowering water…
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