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 […]
Oh, they are so precious!
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They really are. Thanks.
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So precious VJ!
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Thanks!
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With those two little tow-headed cutie pies, it’s no wonder the sun is shining!
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They definitely keep things light. Thanks Liz.
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🙂
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That is so true … the sun does always sign. 😀
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Adorable! 😀 ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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You’re welcome! ❤
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Smiles all around.
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Best kind!
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Little rays of heart sunshine!
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That’s absolutely what they are!
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🙂
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