Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds,
on the heel that has crushed it
Mark Twain
A sound of birds singing
It's early. And almost a year since I was here. I hear a sound of birds singing outside my window and a dog barking down the street. ...
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Home. Dew on the car bonnet and falling leaves. Listening to the songs of sugar man and l... -
It's late and yet ~ on the still air the notes of my husband's flute are drifting upstairs like shooting stars. We... -
In a thousand moments I asked you to sing me a song of summer so I wouldn't have to let her go. It brought back a...
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Pretty misty stars