filled with love so big
for our birds,
so small.
their images painted
with heart guiding
the way.
one still with us...
the other passed,
and missed each
day.
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- the proximity to nothingness
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- open lexicongraphy
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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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