“Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.” Boris Pasternak
Moving On I was feeling for the edge as the morning warmed, dancing to the gentle sound we no longer know, the thing we should hold on to, broken into lines, which is never considered, the shadow of freedom, interrupting the illusion to reveal something. 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
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