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un-imping the ossibles

that tiny imp is at it again, taking what is -erfectand turning it to dust. stealing what is -robable and dressing it in muss.  we take all these minuses and gift ourselves the poss, knowing anything is possible if we can (s)imply                                       trust.  :: written for today’s Quadrille over at dVerse. I’m … Continue reading

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Shouting Yes to No One But the Moon

(Lune-acy, and a lady in waiting)     .. Call her crazy, fool -ish and strange, spangled in spilled stars.     .. A Lune poem, for NaPoWriMo, day one. Come play!         

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Fool(ish) Dragon

.. Give her an inch, she’ll take a mile and you can hang your hat on the corner of her smile like a crescent moon dimple. She’s impish, and skimpish when it comes to threads, ever glad to be scantily … Continue reading

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