One day runs into two. then three..on and on it goes. There is a flicker of light. Dreaming away at what the normal? Who will see where, when, why, what and wake? Wait for the feel it is time. Slowly like a butterfly things open. Still not the same and can never be. Where do we go from here? Questions that ask and answer all in the same line. "Nothing is real". Look back. Remember to honor our brave men and women this Memorial Day...
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ReplyDeleteHope you are well and safe my friend. xxo
DeleteYes, the grandkids have been here for two days, so it's been a madhouse, but life is good. xoxoxox
DeleteThat's great! I haven't seen my grandkids since early March. Great to see you. xxo
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