spring
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raccoons
a dozen raccoons crossing this busy freeway met their sad demise (popped into my head while driving down an unfortunately roadkill-heavy highway this afternoon 😢) Continue reading
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Cup of Sun
I will consider each new day, a fresh chance to begin. Like a little piece of sun, brightly blazing deep within. I shall turn to face the light, and revel in the glow. The world may cut me down, but ever, I will grow. Continue reading
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impossible
she wished that she could be an otter, so she could slip and slide through the water, her dream was for naught, like a trout left to rot, when basic biology was taught to her (a companion limerick to this post) Continue reading
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april
Like many who are born in spring, I want to live life in full bloom. If to my petals, snow should cling, I shan’t succumb to wintry doom. The rain shall tumble from the sky, but beneath it I shall grow, even through grey skies, my hopes still fly, Til golden sun sets them aglow. Continue reading
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loss
I could feel the bones in your back, though you purred against my hand, your eyes were half-closed, and I knew. I think you did, too. it was a cloudy day on the brink of winter, and the bad news fell like an anchor, I kept saying goodbye long after you couldn’t hear it anymore. Continue reading
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spring 🌱
the air tastes fresh and clean, and gentle mist welcomes the morn, sparkling dew clings to the grass, and the flowers wake reborn, the sun warms the once-barren earth, and birds produce new song, as my chilled bones begin to thaw, I wish it were spring all year long. Continue reading
Frostwritten 