About Me
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- 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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The tightrope of life holds us from diseaster until at long last we make it to safety on the other side. I reach out now knowing that the race is not to the swift nor the battle to the strong. Yet the day is carried by patience and gentle understanding. And then I am home.
Ah, soon, my love so soon! Lovely lovely lovely!!
♡♥♡
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