No Roads Here Lead To Rome
A small town raised me. That was my then; I am now living my now. Two simple happenings that are entangled. Read to find out what that feels like. xo
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February 8, 2023
A small town raised me. That was my then; I am now living my now. Two simple happenings that are entangled. Read to find out what that feels like. xo
Couldn't resist this luminous prompt at dVerse to write a Quadrille employing the word star. Won't you give it a go, too? It runs until Friday. See you inside. xo
Bare trees wink and murmur sweet poetry to me. Do your remember this one: ... A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair..." Joyce Kilmer.