When I was a bird, I found seed beyond all of my wildest needs. But it's turned colder, the babes are older. I haven't sunflowers to feed. I always thought suitable mates were those who could talk with big gaits.... Continue Reading →
On my face are the wrinkles of happy, I don't let sorrow stick around anymore. Though we learn from the ones we envy, our lines are defined by the ones we adore. I've made peace in the turning of pages.... Continue Reading →
Do you ever sit on a park bench for more than ten minutes? I do! When you lose electricity in a storm, do you light the candles, turn on the flashlight or use your cell phone for light? I light... Continue Reading →
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