Tag: gifts
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Gift of a Good Little Girl
After brooding on many deaths I decided to take a walk in the bright winter sunbefore it steals away for the coming night.The wind is blowing harsh, delivering a muddle of birdsong,cacophonies of voices,mostly from behind,one or two familiar,but only one voice,now in front, wasclear and distinct. A little dog, maybe, a chi or a…
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Just One Rose Is Enough for Love to Bloom
A lonely rose in a bottle on a hill- first gift from Beasts to Beauties.
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Gifts
I can’t remember when death turned moments to memorial, gifts unfolded to blessings. The tan slippers of Christmas past snuggled my mother’s lost toe so the others never mourned. Those mules never left her feet, even on her final nap. “Bless me Papa,” her last words. I don’t know if they were…