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Continue reading →: A very productive morning!
I’ve had a very busy morning. I had my PA Frances here. Normally she works with me on Tuesday morning, but tomorrow she has an appointment to see her diabetes consultant, so she asked me if she could switch days. That wasn’t a problem for me. When she came we…
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Continue reading →: Snarling Samantha
Samantha Doyle had lived on Maple Lane longer than anyone could remember. Her house leaned slightly to one side, its ivy creeping like quiet fingers over cracked stone. Children said the place breathed at night. They also said Samantha snarled. Every afternoon, like clockwork, she sat by her window in…
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Continue reading →: I am worth it!
You are not measured in the way the day measures time— not in hours spent proving, nor in minutes that feel wasted. Your worth does not flicker when doubt walks into the room. It does not shrink when you are quiet, or stumble, or need to begin again. You are…
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Continue reading →: Sen-hai Saturday #44
Steel ribs fade to gray A train hums through quiet mist Bridge breathes into fog Late train somewhere near Bridge hides like my intentions Fog knows, won’t tell them SenHai Saturday #44 – I Write Her
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Continue reading →: Sundays 3TC
Hi and I thought I’d participate once again in the 3TC prompt, hosted by Di! Three Things Challenge #MM371 Our words today are: Grass, gallery, gait. Here is my response: On a sunny afternoon, a group of animals decided they were far too sophisticated to spend another day chewing grass and…
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Continue reading →: Crimsons creative challenge #078
Along the softened edge of waking streams, Where winter loosens its silver thread, The earth exhales in shades of green, And quiet life lifts up its head. Reeds lean close to whispering tides, Their slender fingers tracing light, While moss awakens, emerald-bright, From dreams beneath the frost’s long night. Small…
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Continue reading →: My perfect weather is…
A warm afternoon settles gently on the day,Sunlight spilling gold across the open green,Where time loosens its grip and drifts away,And everything feels softer than it’s ever been. I sit where the grass hums quietly with life,A breeze brushing past like a whispered tune,No urgency here, no echo of strife—Just…
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Continue reading →: Home is where the heart is
Home Warm, steady Holding, sheltering, grounding Where love quietly gathers and stays Belonging Cinquain Poetry Prompt 38: HOME is your inspiration.
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Continue reading →: Silence answers truth
Silence wraps my anxious thoughts Honest words hide in shadows Anxiety stays Honest silence lingers here Anxiety hums softly now Silence answers truth honest
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Continue reading →: Estes park, a voyage I’ll never forget
The summer of 2022 now feels like a distant, sunlit memory—one of those moments in time that seemed ordinary as it unfolded, yet grew quietly significant in retrospect. My voyage around Este’s Park was not a grand expedition, nor was it marked by any dramatic event. Instead, it was a…
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Continue reading →: Easy to love you #SOCS
It is so easy to love you my furry friend, With your bright, knowing eyes that never pretend, A whirl of black and white, a blur in the field, A heart full of joy you’re eager to yield. You herd the wind like it’s yours to command, Chasing the whispers…
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Continue reading →: I am a fragile soul
I am a fragile soul stitched together in quiet places where no one thought to look. I learned early how to make myself smaller than silence, how to fold my voice into corners, how to disappear while still breathing. There were days when the world felt like a locked room,…
