With something drifting and something shifting, the earth still held the sky.
A hibiscus near a teacup,
An orchid by a glass of wine,
A park bench in twilight,
Our Mondays soaked in brine.
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I am a little tired of this. But here are all the things I am grateful for: 1. Papa is well. 2. I wrote about a book today. 3. I had a good...
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