Love
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Cold bench at Hyde Park.
My Ma and Gran went at Christmas like heaven would have a heart attack if they didnt. I’m not the high octane happy worker bees they were, not me, but this Photograph got my attention just when energy levels were belly crawling. There I said it. Continue reading
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There is a tide turning

This is that time, it comes by in a few ways, crumbs of yesterday, it remembers your name Continue reading
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Inter-Species Comfort-bearers

I’ve wondered why my Creator structured the universe among this many species, what the dialogue between us all is besides the incredible facts of circles of life, food chains… Continue reading
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in the cross weave it’s not all about me Continue reading
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Its such little words
“I love you,” He said it like it were oceans Continue reading
