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| Here comes the sun... Brrrr....so cold in here, stumble down the steps bleary eyed- Feel for the light switch, fingers numb- ahhhh, wait... Here comes the sun such a delicate glow |
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| Or is the glow from the inside fearlessly showing itself in this gentle light...? |
Granny's rag balls, now high and blissful art in shine, in shadow, in morning.
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| Out my back door- see how the feathering white finery settles; visible for just this occasion... for you Mom. |
take care-
