The place remains in my dreamslike a movie set preserved… Have assigned each rooma critique – disclosed the crimes Yet, it remains, like a beacondraws me to it, begs reflection What if I could go backnow that I can breathe Now that I’ve laid claim to maturity;would I discover a sudden windfall? Makeover conditioned motifs;reevaluate […]
Talks stalledescapees strugglelives minimizedburdens heavydespair palpable Can they sensethe global hug,compassion circling? Do prayers have substance,or have the displacednever felt so alone? (Image mine)
Love evolves –a considerationwe overlookedthose day whenpassion drove usto fanciful displays Tried to align myselfto the certaintyof your dreamsbut my compasswas set elsewhere Memory, thoughhas tattooed uson my heart;the ink still bleeds. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine.)
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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