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Talking with Letters

 

 

Talking with Letters

The night my blog was named…

It was between winter and spring. Day had ended. The evening was becoming...

Pink Snow

#SOL19 Tuesdays.
Sometimes the petals float down in a soft shower, drifting on a spring breeze. It is such a lovely sight.

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Sparks

#PoetryFriday
Under the falling darkness
as day fades and night engulfs
I think of light and warmth.
The campfire pulls me in . . .

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Madness in March

#SOLC19 No. 31.
As she blended a smoothie, Grandma
cautioned “Pays to pay attention,
or caged birds eatin’
seeds is what you’uns’ll be.”

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