Goodbyes tarnishfaith, like ashesscattered My heart grows dismissal,craves a balm of connectionseeks quiet harbour Remind me what it feels like to be safebreath nurturing life,love a rhythmic flow In meditationI reach for peaceimagine salvation But this wayward chaosunrestrainedcements me in doubt Tainted intentionsI lift up to the Universea tempest without hope My soul incubates malicea […]
Stories have power. Parents, teachers, public speakers, and therapists understand that the secret to engaging an audience or connecting with others is through illustration: storytelling. I see it in the eyes of the my grandchildren, who love to hear tales of family history. I’ve seen in the eyes of students, when recognition and understanding light […]
It’s like reading a private journal entry, how lovely.
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Thanks Paul.
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Pleasure VJ
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I, too, am an unashamed fan of pink!
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Yahoo!
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😀
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I know what you mean about pink as a child. Never my choice, as it usually meant something fancy or something that would slow me down. Also it was my sister’s typical choice (there’s a big reason right there LOL)
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Lol. Thanks.
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well done V.J. 🙂
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Great phrase: contours of pink
Acquired a new coffee mug for the Airstream that Gary will easily recognize as “hers”.
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hahaha – how are the travels going? Summer has definitely arrived here with hot, hot, hot. Thanks, Jazz.
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Lovely!
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Thank you!
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