With the house sold, and our new abode decided upon, I can finally focus on the task ahead of me. One step at a time, moving forward.
Oh, the fluidityOf childhood days Splashing and skipping alongThe path meandering, directionless When does life acquire edgesDoors and hallways hindering? Led by asphalt and time clocksObligations too numerous to count. My own body has become a cellMovement stiffened, mind rigid It’s those childhood memoriesSoul ingrained, keep me fluid. (Image my own)
You hav a nice photo for this week. 😀
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