Two days after we landed, boxes and all, I fell ill with the flu. Friends and family unpacked while I slept my way through feverish chills and sweats and all the other fun things that come with this bug. Yesterday, I regained a sense of normalcy, and could finally focus on my new surroundings. Of […]
A cruel masterthe ticking clockSo much potentialGet it done! I rush past shadowscrumple the pagesfailed attemptsmounting What of dreams?Of lifeās destiny?How I worshipat the altar of should Even with positivityfantastical notions fall shortI argue against uncertaintymeet only disapproval There is no magicno pre-destined famejust dust gatheringThe dead are unimpressed. (Image my own)
Such pretty birds, VJ, and I love to watch them vie for position at our feeder.
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Yes. Always a show. Thanks
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Very pretty birds
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Yes, they are. Thanks.
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My pleasure š
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Just love the mood of these colorful beauties at the feeder
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Right?! Wonderful to look out and see the colour
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yes – and we feel that thru the prose
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And playing nicely too! (K)
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Yes. Amazingly
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I love to watch birds at the feeder!
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Me too!
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Beautiful, VJ!
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Thanks Wynne
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