but was it fall for naught.
the issues that stopped
were not what she was taught.
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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
- by walls of yellow and green
- second look
- tendrils
- recharged
- the sun she blesses
- limbo rock
- mere kats
- shy mama
- bailar
- the reality of same
- we count
- we were all. once
- the inner path
- cacaphony of color
- there is silence now, warrior
- how do we measure love
- of worlds
- monarch-y
- the secret lives
- ponder
- our wings
- there is no magic wand
- we are of
- we watch over you
- sweet soft gentle
- feelingheartsalad
- ask
- two of a kindness
- when inner beauty beckons
- she hid
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- waves
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- as all
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- floating
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- zazzlefest
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- love lost in shadows
- green trees collected
- pink flower families
- closer still
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- if time were measured on a flower face
- freedom
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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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