though my days
seem the same
on the surface
of things.
i go about my
business as
usual.
i do not see you
i cannot touch you.
but you live in
my heart
and i am touched
by you,
forever.
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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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