Anfractuous connotes splintered, yet you and I,never broken, dancea circuitous routelost in personal reveriesinterlocking threadssolid as the symbolsadorning ring fingers. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Faint at the sight of needlesa squeamish gene, I’m sure Suck it up, adult self admonishesChild looks away, breath held Sixty-two years its been thustoo many pokes to count And now there is new promisea vaccine to ward off the virus Hope reduced to one tiny vialbelieve me, this sleeve’s rolling up. (Written for Reena’s […]
For every childvowed to be the calyxto cradle each budding soulwith a tender heart But I am imperfectideals devolvingin the face of losscross unbearable Tend my own garden nowrecognizing the powerof example overridingoppression of control. (Image my own)
I love the pink sky, wow! Pink leggings are always a good idea to give a girl a lift.
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Her world is pink, she likes to say.
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Oh, that’s cute! 🙂
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Aww, your granddaughters are adorable!
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Thanks Eugi! I think so too, lol.
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❤️
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Two varied an wonderful pinks for this week. 😀 😀
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Lol. Thanks.
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That pink sky is gorgeous and your grand babies are preciously adorable! 🙂 ❤
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A ham that one – just like her Grandma. Thanks.
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Your pinks really stand out, V.J.
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Thanks Teresa. Not a lot of pinks this time of year.
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