I dream that I am teaching again, and having assigned the class independent work, I am spending time connecting with each student to see if they are grasping the material. It’s my favourite part of teaching, and I wake up wondering if I’ll ever have that feeling again. So rewarding. It is bittersweet, growing old. […]
Really wasn’t your faultthis fury that overcame –Words evoked onslaught,a raging river of pain. Didn’t mean to push you,miscalculated my aim,swimming in swamp watersnot a recommended game. You floundered, gurgled,cursed me by name –our love story, now viralbrought an alligator fame. (Image my own. Tale is totally fictional, I promise.)
Lovely, incandescent perhaps 🙂
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Thanks!
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Most welcome ❤
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It looks rather regal in its purple.
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Thanks, Keith. I thought so.
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Beautiful photo. 😀
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Thanks Cee
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So gorgeous 🙂
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Thank you!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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So lovely! I love “floral poetry!” ❤
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Thank you!
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Beautiful words for such a delicate bloom!
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Ahhh so beautiful VJ..just beautiful..
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Thanks 😘
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