Red

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14 thoughts on “Red”

Susi Bocks says:

February 7, 2023 at 11:46 pm

Beautiful, VJ!

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1. VJ says:
  
  February 8, 2023 at 8:12 am
  
  Thank you, Susi
  
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  1. Susi Bocks says:
    
    February 8, 2023 at 11:37 am
    
    You’re welcome, VJ!
    
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Eugenia says:

January 26, 2023 at 9:11 am

Red is definitely a mood lifter. There were two red cardinals on the barren tree outside our balcony the other day. They’re easy to spot against the drabness.

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1. VJ says:
  
  January 26, 2023 at 9:59 am
  
  They are so striking. Always lifts my spirits.
  
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  1. Eugenia says:
    
    January 26, 2023 at 1:49 pm
    
    💖
    
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Sarah Fine says:

January 25, 2023 at 12:06 pm

Me too! Berries the birds don’t eat brighten up winter. I always lament at the clothing choices for winter coats – mostly black. Last year, I bought a bright white parka (super warm as well). I love the combo photo and poem. That could be a poster on my wall.

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1. VJ says:
  
  January 25, 2023 at 3:24 pm
  
  Thanks Sarah. I’m with you on the black coats – also bought a white one last year – must be a poetry thing, lol.
  
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Liz Gauffreau says:

January 25, 2023 at 11:51 am

I love it! The internal rhyme in the fourth line works particuarly well.

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1. VJ says:
  
  January 25, 2023 at 3:23 pm
  
  Thanks Liz
  
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  1. Liz Gauffreau says:
    
    January 25, 2023 at 3:28 pm
    
    You’re welcome, VJ.
    
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Sadje says:

January 25, 2023 at 6:53 am

Beautiful! Red can lighten up and day.

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1. VJ says:
  
  January 25, 2023 at 7:41 am
  
  Yes, it does!
  
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  1. Sadje says:
    
    January 25, 2023 at 7:50 am
    
    ❤️
    
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