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Hung Up To Dry
I’ll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky W. H. Auden – As I Walked Out One Evening
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A Bird, Berries, and Branches
Solitude is a silent storm that breaks down all our dead branches. Kahlil Gibran
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Psst! Do You Think I Would Look Silly In Earmuffs
Between the ice on his ear, feet and tail, here is one little guy who is counting the days until spring (66 days). Any chance they make boots for squirrels? I’ll take one of those coats that your dog struts around in. There’s power in looking silly and not caring that you do. Amy Poehler
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A Winter Reward
Many forces of nature made an appearance this week, including snow, sleet, rain, pouring rain, freezing rain, 50 mph wind gusts, lightning and thunder. Amazingly in the midst of this winter chaos, nature paused for an hour to offer a beautiful reward that even had the ice cracking with applause at the breathtaking sight.
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A Bird and A Bench
Creative expression, whether that means writing, dancing, bird-watching, or cooking, can give a person almost everything that he or she has been searching for: enlivenment, peace, meaning, and the incalculable wealth of time spent quietly in beauty. Anne Lamott
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New Rule – If You’re Unable See Out The Frozen Front Door, You’re Not Allowed To Leave The House
The plan is to abide by this new rule today and stay inside to work on flower photography with the Christmas Cactus that waited until the new year to bloom. This could be a problem though, since my Yorkie, Gabby, has decided my photography hobby is interfering with our quality time and has begun barking…
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A Winter’s Day At The Park
The summer laughter and squeal of children swimming in the lake has been replaced by the sound of the whipping westerly wind. The wind carries the echo of the distant swans warning one another of their presence and the whistling sound of their wings as they heed that warning and take flight between sheets of…
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Numb – 50 Word Story
She stood braced against the piercing wind as each biting blast stung the tears streaming down her frozen cheeks. Engulfed in frigid desolation, she tried to remember the happy days spent on their bench beneath the now barren tree, but only bleak despair greeted her spiritless eyes and numb soul.
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CIMPLE - A Curious Introvert's Musings & Photos about Life and Enjoyment 