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May the rainbow always touch your shoulder…
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The rain might be full of secrets…
Ate my bagel and fruit sitting in the porch swing this morning watching all the handsome little songbirds flitting around the feeders. It’s a pretty morning, heavily overcast in grays and whites and blues. If I look intently at the sky canvas, I can see peeks of blue sky. Was listening to a beautiful yard…
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“Thank you,” will be enough…
Back this morning from my grandmother visit with the grandchildren. Beautiful drive home, dark blue sky, fluffy white clouds. Stopped for a cup of coffee at the Hardees in Franklin and looked over to see a huge dead tree full of buzzards, sitting like inky black statues among the grey rotten tree limbs. I’m beginning…
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Sisters-in-law are fun…
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Our lives are like quilts…
Drove up to Peachtree City this morning under a rainy overcast sky. The sky was rolled up in oatmeal colored clouds, their bellies highlighted dark grey and full of silver rain showers. Only saw three birds, random glossy black crows, eating carrion on the road side. I love having my grandchildren close enough now that…
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I would rather be yours…
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My imagination runs wild…
Perched in the porch swing, I’ve been studying the sky but I can’t differentiate any colors except the overcast dull white clouds. Searching for the perfect color word for the white color I see but can’t find the word I’m thinking. It’s not ivory, not vanilla, Swiss chocolate might be the perfect word. There was…
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A little herd of black and brown cows…
Today was busy, busy all day long. I’ve been running hither and thither all morning tending to groceries and chores. Haven’t had time to watch the birds or ponder on the meaning of life, no time for thoughts on my words for tonight. The chalky white overcast sky parted mid-afternoon and let patches of the…
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Befogged in a river of smoky mist…
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Pack cash for poker…
