ode to a robin…
Ode to and inspired bya friendand thoughts on just howto stoptime two days ago, I wrote of having a lively chatwith a young robinand my gosh, such a joythis morning my son lets me knowthere is a dead birdin the…
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Ode to and inspired bya friendand thoughts on just howto stoptime two days ago, I wrote of having a lively chatwith a young robinand my gosh, such a joythis morning my son lets me knowthere is a dead birdin the…
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When the sky comes inbrightest blueafter an abundance of windand rainand the sun brilliantly beginscoaxing out each tiny budandleaf And I have spent several hoursof the morningwith my lovewhere we have walkedthe gardensmakingplans In afternoon lightthe pups and I, we…
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I would like to live in a bookstorebut not just any old bookstore you see…one most comfortable andkindwith an old wooden front, and large windowsthat I could dress a welcome sign that (even though it was me)made you feel solike drawing…
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My husband’s Aunt Esther has died,a lovely woman who I came to have a great connection tothrough words I guess one could say,Esther lived farther west, and although we didhave a chance to meet in persononly once, I thinkmost of…
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