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“When everything looks like a magical oil painting, you know you are in autumn.” Mehmet Murat lldan
Burning Your autumn hair, tousled wild, on fire, my fingers burning, you eyes seeking the glow, our words failing into soft noise. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights reserved ®️
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Words from Angela.
My original blog got too big. Time to downsize.
Serving The Family Caregiver
Videos and Music with Subliminal Joy affirmation meditation
Everything Organic
Poetry and Flash Fiction
Words from Angela.
My original blog got too big. Time to downsize.
Serving The Family Caregiver
Videos and Music with Subliminal Joy affirmation meditation
Everything Organic
Poetry and Flash Fiction
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Very evocative poetry ❤️
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Thank you very much Paula 🙂
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Reblogged this on https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Thank you Michael 🙂
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Pure romance! xx Michael
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Aspirations 😉
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I’m wondering if “noice” in the last line means “nice” or “noise.”
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Many thanks for picking that up Liz, it was a late night and ….. doh!
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You’re welcome, Paul. I am well-acquainted with late-night typos!
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It has happened a bit more lately, too many late nights, I’ll blame that 🙂
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I know how that goes! 🙂
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🙂
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Lovely! Mind checking out my blog?
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