might I come for awhile,
little bitty dreams
of yesterday
have returned.
crisp air has forged
a wool blanket, yet
within you I’d feel protected.
air has freedom I’m unsure
of, terrifying ideas
too many possibles,
too many versions of me
compete.
your walls,
could bring me peace,
looking up …
the distance makes
me dizzy.
Wow! This part:
“air has freedom I’m unsure
of, terrifying ideas
too many possibles,
too many versions of me
compete.”
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Oh, Ben, so nice to see you. Thank you for saying so.
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You’re welcome. Hope you have a great week!
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Thank you. Hope you enjoy yours, as well.
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So beautiful, Miss A. What kind of tree is this? The leaves say sycamore, but I didn’t realize the bark was shiny in places. And what a great place for a birdhouse!
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Yes, I believe you’re correct. Sycamore trees are fabulous trees. Beauties, I think. Loved the old birdhouse. Thanks, Shari.
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It may be a learning challenge … 🙂
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Quite right, I’m sure.
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Finding refuge, the reason we must sleep each day.
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Everyone deserves a safe place to breathe. Thank you, Shari.
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Yeah, of course. lovely, Audrey.
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Thank you, Butch. ♡
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