Misty asks for my new blog link for the WIKI and we talk shop.
Okay, say my truth, invite others to comment, respond, dialogue.
The dog, on her haunches, smiles, content, like the sphinx, Mona Lisa.
One month after Michael leaves, red camellia buds in my window.
Phone goes to message before I can pick up, my daughter with the girls.
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