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while eating her Greek yogurt and homemade granola

,  she once again ponders the wildflowers the hummingbird hours the second-chance dance of all those audacious clouds.  the way the sky laughs achoo                  –blue!out loud, as if we are       all in on the joke, self-azured and lured by the spaces we find ourselves                                      free. ::It’s Quadrille Monday over at … Continue reading

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