Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.
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Aww, this is so lovely. There is a large tree right outside our balcony that has lost all of its leaves. Yesterday, we were privileged to see cardinals which would not have been visible if the tree was not bare. It was a real treat to see them.
That is lovely!
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Thank you!
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Aww, this is so lovely. There is a large tree right outside our balcony that has lost all of its leaves. Yesterday, we were privileged to see cardinals which would not have been visible if the tree was not bare. It was a real treat to see them.
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Cardinals can’t help but lift the heart. Such treasures. Thanks.
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Oh great image and the words were so sweet
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Thanks so much
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😊
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Lovely.
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Sweet poem and beautiful painting. 😊
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Thanks so much.
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I have found this past year that no matter how terrible and sad I feel I can’t help smile when the birds are around. A lovely verse!
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They truly are gifts. Thanks.
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Welcome.
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Your poem seems a call-and-response to Emily Dickinson’s “Hope is the thing with feathers.” I like it very much, as well as the accompanying image.
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Thanks Liz. Dickinson and I share that appreciation.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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I so agree with you! Nice words n image…
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Thank you!
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Welcome to your visitor!
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Thank you!
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Welcome Ķnutson
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