each precious moment
washed away.
stored in waves
of memory that
slowly recede,
as we live each day
to refill and replenish.
and hopefully find
what we need.
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- the old soldier
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- maybe it is just rain
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- behind the gate
- she peered
- first day of spring NY style
- the ragged beauty of the indomitable spirit
- the quiet tude
- mist...repost
- i cannot touch you
- how quick the time
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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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