Oh, this life,
the now,
this morning,
which I
can turn
into forever
by simply loving
what is here,
is gone by noon.
--David Budbill
Darkest Before Dawn
Three days into the new year, and despite the lack of adequate light, our white phalaenopsis orchid has eased open a third delicate bloom. P...
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Yesterday, I lay awake in the palm of the night. A soft rain stole in, unhelped by any breeze, And when I saw the silver glaze on the wind... -
Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything. -- C.S. Lewis It's not your absence I feel, but your presence, palpable, still sn... -
Joy does not arrive with a fanfare on a red carpet strewn with the flowers of a perfect life joy sneaks in as you pour a cup of coffee wat...
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