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Don’t Kill the Fairies!
“Every time a child says it doesn’t believe in fairies, a fairy falls down dead,” said Peter Pan. Do you believe? Since the beautiful Samara showers began in early Spring, I have had faeries on my mind, invading my thoughts and stirring my soul. With childish glee and fancy flight They dot the sky to…
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Antique and Antiquity
In recent days I have been having periods of inexplicable melancholy, a sort of reminiscent nostalgia that is both familiar and unsettling. Life has its ups and downs always; but I am happy to say I have moved beyond carrying old baggage around and have spent years trying to light the dark, dusty, cobweb-filled corners…
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Hanging Around/Photography
The empty air between us seems so thick, so distant, as in dreams. Memory fades to hazy view, framed in melancholy hue. Razor’s edge once cut so deep now rusts in pools of tears I weep. I wept-no more-the well is dry, the burden gone, with wings I fly, no more bemoan what might…
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Love Lift Us Up
I have had my share of pleasure and pain in all types of love and have come to one sure conclusion. Love should always lift you up. If you find yourself face down in the dirt too many times, your love is broken, sick or completely misplaced. It needs some work. Funny, I never cared…
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Constant
I’m sorry about not delivering a #Free48 post today and I promise to catch up. The truth is I didn’t sleep well last night. I have several family members and dear friends who are struggling with health issues and they are weighing heavily on my heart. I dreamed of one friend , a silly sort…
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Beautiful/#Free48-So Far/#SoCs
So far, so peaceful. After a long, busy work week I am very happy to welcome this #Free48. And so far it looks promising. First, there was no alarm, and now I am enjoying a nice cup of coffee with ‘The Doctor’, the sun is out and hubby did most of the tough cleaning for…
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Seeing
She is a symphony of color, form, movement, sound- the truth astounds!
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Passion or Pain/#SoCS
Passion or pain, tell me again why I surrender without a thought of what I ought to expect, no regret, for blood runs hot and soon is forgot the sting of sorrow left for tomorrow when ‘ere you are gone leaving me here alone with naught but a glint and the sultry scent of…
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Worth Repeating…#Thursdaydoors
Now, I have to say up front that I try my hardest not to be redundant and to find something original for all my posts. And I do hope you don’t roll your eyes in boredom when you see the backdrop for my Thursday Doors post today. This prompt is brought to you by the…
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Always….#Poetry
Always Too many hours, minutes, days and weeks mark the passing of time between a life with you in it and this one without any trace of your face, your smile so kind, my mind has found a way to let go. No more sorrow creeping, seeping from my veins like poisonous regret for all…
Dreaming Reality 
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