Saturday we packed up the garage (with help). Dusty, dirty, and exhausting. Sunday we attended and then hosted a farewell party for our Ukrainian roommate, who is going back to Ukraine despite all our protests. Yes, two separate gatherings. Heart wrenching. This morning, we visited our new apartment building to get set up with a […]
Like an orphaned treeshivering in a coat of frost my soul wandersdreamless, alone a nobody, nowherein the pre-dawn chill. Beckoned by first lightbody twisting wakens Consciousness clingsto desolate slumber then, reluctantlyreality brings me home. (Image my own)
Pair-a-Dice is hilarious. Love it!
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Lol. Thanks
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Oh dear, glad you explained the gravesite VJ. It went from odd to really sweet. And Pair-A-Dice is really clever!
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Lol. Yes, it’s all in the perspective
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Excellent. Is it risky to use the storage site, or just a toss up? 🤔
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Lol
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Lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah. Hope you are well
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Unusual images. I’ve never thought of a storage facility as paradise. Maybe “Pair a Dice” means it’s a gamble that your stuff won’t be ruined while it sits in storage?
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That’s what I wondered, lol
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😀
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It is evident. Such tenderness. You can tell a lot about people from what is left at their gravesite, as well as the people who leave the items. Clearly loved. And I loved the dice storage, kind of two messages there. And Willy Wonkas sounds good about now.
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I agree; the little gnomes paint a portrait. Thanks.
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It’s a cute idea.
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