No big box hereour shops line upin historic rows Our fraganceeau-de-fermeearthen fresh Our spires remindersthat values are simpleand life blessed. (Photo mine)
Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)
We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Your neighborhood is so beautiful I want to come live there! Your poem is beautiful too! 😀 ❤
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Thanks. We have a spare room!
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If I had the money I would be there in a NY minute! LOL! 😀
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Ah, yes. Always that one problem, lol.
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This is truly beautiful.
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Thank you.
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LOVE IT! Might be a bit jealous that mine didn’t really stick. Hope it’s a sign! 😁
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Thanks. We’ve had more since – even the roads are white. I heard that they are calling it a Snowller Coaster this year.
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That is hilarious. Never heard that before! I somewhat hope it is!
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