About Me
- puddle
- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
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Hi puddle.
I haven't been too vocal lately for all the obvious reasons and some not so obvious, but I just wanted to let you know that I truly love your blog.
I'm not sure it lends itself to commenting (and maybe that's one of the things I love about it: it inspires reflection rather than bombast) but the pictures, poetry and musings always a visit here worthwhile. Very ... soulfull.
Toscha, thanks! You can't know how much that means to me.
H♥pe you are well.
Thankful, roflmeo!!
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