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 drippy blossoms–do they have a sweet fragrance?
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Not too sure. My sniffer never really works quite right, lol
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Oh well, they’re very pretty!
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A renewable flower throughout the summer.
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Thanks for that.
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So bright and cheerful. A welcome sight 🙂
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome!
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