like tendrils.
flowing,
growing.
soft on the eyes.
delicate to
the touch.
sensitive to moments
that are too much.
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- with wrinkled hands, she sings
- a hint of autumn
- the lion and the butterfly...for cecil from his pride
- lore lossed
- the gate that surrounds your heart
- what if the world was like a flower
- for cecil the lion and all the other cecils, past ...
- beauty, by beauty's shield
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- the sun she blesses
- limbo rock
- mere kats
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- we count
- we were all. once
- the inner path
- cacaphony of color
- there is silence now, warrior
- how do we measure love
- of worlds
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- ponder
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- there is no magic wand
- we are of
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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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