like wings as they
hover,
we dance to the light,with
its
we dance to the sky,
to the winds and the
trees.
with our fragrant voices we call out
to the bees.
photo taken in gratitude
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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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