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 […]
You guys had some fun! 🙂
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We sure did! Thanks
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That seems like one awesome app!
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So fun! Thanks.
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Love this! So fun – for all ages!
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Thanks Wynne.
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I love that there is creative synergy between you, that you probably anticipated something by even giving her the phone, and then inspiration for you both, how delightful.
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It’s a special relationship for sure.
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Yikes!!
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😊
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Always fun when grandmas and grandchildren play.
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Sure is!
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Aha! What fun, indeed! I am grinning ear to ear, VJ! 😀
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Yeah!
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You both are very clever. 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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😊 Thanks
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