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My Soul Is a Tomb
I hope you will visit my new space at Dreaming Existence for my latest post, a bit of poetry and photos. I hope you are all having a beautiful week. Love and Light, Cheryl
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Tremors
I hope you’ll visit me at Dreaming Existence for today’s post Tremors . i look forward to seeing you there!
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Indelible
Just posed a bit of poetry for you today. If you would like to read it, hop over to my new place, Dreaming Existence and let me know what you think. I hope you all have a great week. Love and Light…
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Now and Then
For the #SoCS and #JusJoJan prompts by Linda Hill. Hope you will visit me over at the new blog. I have outgrown my little space here! https://dweezepenny.blogspot.com/2020/01/then-and-now.html
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Duck Drama
Come on over to the new place at Dreaming Existence to find out about the Muskovey Murder attempt on our little crystal lake. 😉😱 Happy Tuesday!
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Natural Order
Hi, it’s me again. Just dropping a link to my new post, in my new place, in case you wanted to stop over and take a look. It was a half bright, half rainy weekend but good to have some recuperation time. Sports was a bust after nail biting anticipation but the views and company…
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Once an Optician…
New post at my new place DreamingExistence Visit me there. Happy New Year!
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Moving Time!
Well, I have moved again, back to sunny Florida ( but been raining a whole week now) . We are settling in fine, just like slipping on old shoes and the job is like a new bra. I know it will be great once it’s worn in. 😂 BUT…I am sad to say I am…
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Why Can’t It Be So…
This has been my favorite holiday song for many years. While not a traditional hymn, I feel it speaks to the Spirit of Christmas and the message of the Messiah in the most profound sense. Most people are filled with a sense of wonder, forgiveness, generosity and hope at this time of year. Why should…
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The Sin
To disappear within the velvet shadows, exploring perfection’s treasure, to breathe in the scent of desire, sweet and heady, comes the fire- soul dies heart cries tears of ecstasy and sorrow for the glare of tomorrow creeps over the horizon to steal away the sultry, steamy hallows where longing lingers, cruel fingers draw back the curtain…
Dreaming Reality 
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