Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“I am liberated back into the fragility of childhood.”– Jim Harrison She was a different sort of child, spending carefree days dancing alone in dappled sunshine red-golden curls bouncing as she sang silly made up songs.
His silhouette slides into the moonlit room, I cannot see his face only a fleeting memory gone too soon of another time and place.
Discovered in the air lilting music on a summer breeze hints of Bach and blues, with prismatic hues of a ripened golden pear, orange, and green.
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