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Memorium

In the Monday of washing day
the lilting sound of your eyes
glances inside my soul.
You’ve departed
and it’s been years now.
I don’t cling to the memory,
landing instead like
a bird on a twig
in springtime.

clothespins

On the anniversary of my mother’s passing in 2002

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I made it this far and plan to keep going. I believe nature heals the soul. I love to journal, to write, do art, and music. I'm not afraid to tackle tough subjects. Solar-powered & drive hybrid. Trying to do my part. Earned my BA at 53. And, I believe, it's never too late to have a happy childhood.

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