Posted on August 2, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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Each time I see a lovebird whose breath is coming to an end, I ponder what the meaning is of a life lived for them.
Posted on July 2, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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“Spring Day, too loud for talk when bones tire of their flesh and want something better.”- Jim Harrison Into the woods where dappled sunlight dances on verdant forest floor Here, no heavy flesh, but hollow bones and feathers for this is where spirit soars.
Posted on February 17, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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Gyspy rose spirit dancing naked in cool rain
Posted on October 7, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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Soul dancing unchained Freed time at last, no tethers
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