a tree is born,
once a tiny seed,
a small acorn,
a drifting flower
that came to rest.
when it comes to
building,
mother nature is
the best
☺♥☻
photo taken yesterday
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About Me
- 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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