Question in Their Eyes
This Thanksgiving Day
A journey into the cloud…
This Thanksgiving Day
Remembering our blessings through the chaos
Angie’s Map; Willow’s sighting
I already miss spring…
Thrrrrrruuuudt Dut Dut Thrrrrrruuuuudt Dut Dut
Tears of joy and sorrow
From my garden, from summer, years ago
Bryan saves the day
We can pick a bouquet to take home for tonight’s dinner table with our families.
A pixie dancing, if you glance quickly
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darkness appeared again like a storm cloud’s slow approach on November days
Soil from the ancients
Another bridge is made…
The edges of her smile turned up, instead of the black scowl that usually lined her face.
Love or fear?