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| | | | | I thought I had it all figured out;But once again,The universe is playing games with me.What is it telling me now?In a state of turmoil,The creativity flows.I want to sit comfortably in stagnation,Yet here I am,In a frenzied state of innovation. | |
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| | | | | Silver Birch was a spirit guide who spoke through Maurice Barbanell | |
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| | | | | When my mom was in her mid-80s, she asked that we visit a tattoo parlor together. "Let's get mother/daughter tattoos, maybe with a heart design," she suggested. I demurred. Her skin was so fragile and thin. A needle piercing would be dangerous at her age. And secondarily, I had no desire to have my skin... | |
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| | | Image credit: Katrin M. | Pixabay sowing in the wind sunflowers seed their future, to next year's gardens * Kigo word: sunflowers In reply to Colleen Chesebro's TankaTuesday 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 47, 8/13/24, Part II: The Beginning of Autumn | ||
