Tag Archives: Cold

Morning Breeze

I cut my hair too short damn it. Why can’t I just leave things alone? Alone in front of my open window. It is here I am always content. Birds singing, cool breeze touching my skin, curtains flowing my direction. … Continue reading

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A Little Under the Weather

It’s my turn to be sick.  My sons went with their dad for the weekend, feeling human again after their week long bout with the flu. Mine is not so serious.  Just a cold that’s making me move at a … Continue reading

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