Sunshine strikes bare filigree. Branching glory contrasts dark clouded background. North of the tree a thick, bright bow bends, its spectrum hues nature’s unassuming display.
Our lighted decorations will soon come down, find their boxes, sleep through storms, soft rain, infant greenery, warming days, straw weather, musty leaf-turns, frosting cold again, until they are re-required along our roofs and window frames.
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I've been consumed for a few years by care for my parents, so writing has fallen by the wayside. In and for my heart, this has become a ...
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I've been consumed for a few years by care for my parents, so writing has fallen by the wayside. In and for my heart, this has become a ... -
She stands between the window sill and their bed. When I pass by, her back is to the open door. She stands a long while. He is away at an ...
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