Tag Archives: IS. 61

When you’re feeling lonely, tossed and windblown…

AS A SOLITARY LEAF UP AGAINST A WEATHERED WOODEN STEP… YOU MAY JUST BE SOMEONE’S NEEDED COLOR VIBRANT, RESPLENDENT GEM FIRE IN HIS HAND, REVITALIZING AS LIQUID AMBER TOPAZ IN A CUP OF WARM-SPICED TEA. “I will sing for joy … Continue reading

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