Crescent moon still up
Faint pink blush on horizon
Sun a lazy bones
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Ha ha nice one!
Glad you like it. Thanks.
And when it does get up it doesn’t get very far 🙂
Right. 🙂
Love this!
Thank you.
Oh that last line is soooo good!!
Thank you, Christy. The muse dropped it in my lap. 🙂
Love this one
Thanks.
So glad you are back
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Thanks, Lynn. 🙂