together,
sadly not in unison.
of different gait
are we.
our destinations
in between,
different.
but our arrivals
and last stop,
same.
in this spirit
and the basic
truths it embraces,
why can we not
just walk,
truly,
together.
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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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