Contemplating risk –a reunion with a former selflooking for an exit When did I become a snakerestrained?When did I become persona non grata? I slither between storiesconvince myself I can flydistraction a ruse I have big cat energyoverstepping boundariessocially adverse A faulty jeweldreaming of abundance but there’s a dragon to disarm My mother’s burden on my […]
When I had a mothermy hair would cascadein curls of auburn perfectiona red velvet bow to accentuate the wave And I’d wear my bestnewly sewn frockwith lace at the neckand fishnet stockingsand patent Mary Janes And the girls giggling with delightwould skip hand-in-handto the school promand the boys shyly perchedagainst the back wall would wonderhow […]
My path crossed wit a number 15 (english sizes) foot friend once – he does exist,. Not many shoes in that size though
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Oh my. That is a big foot. Lol. Thanks for the smile.
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This post is great fun, VJ! Glad you joined us.
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Thanks for hosting Patti!
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LOL on the Bigfoot sign VJ! Well done
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Thanks Tina.
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