could have been,
tossed into the pile
of what is.
lost moments, lamented.
rewritten then erased
by reality and regrets.
raked into a bag,
waiting to be refilled.
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| spring will come eventually |
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- the difference between partnership and exploitation
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- she lived in ice palaces
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- if perhaps
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- holidays are here...my little store filled with mu...
- veritas not demi tasse
- we are blessed
- crystals and chaos
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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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