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.)
Such a joyful sight this blast of colour, lifts my soul.
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Thanks, Paul!
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Very welcome VJ
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Parasols is perfect for this photo – very nice 🙂
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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Great analogy.
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Thanks Keith!
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So full of fun. 😀 😀
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Thanks!
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Cracking haiku!
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Thank you!
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Love it! They do look like parasols!
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That’s what I thought. Thanks.
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You’re welcome!
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Lovely! ❤
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Thank you!
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