Friday, May 19, 2006
the little girl
the little girl stood by the lake. its waters looked so warm, inviting. she lingered for a while, staring at her reflection. in the eyes of the lake, she was beautiful. she could see this and basked in its glow. she approached the waters edge, cautiously allowing her toes to receive its caress. she was overcome by the desire to go in deeper, but held back, afraid she would lose herself.
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- karen lyons kalmenson
- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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