“Rain is grace ….” John Updike
Restoration Excoriated by summer's gaze, desiring winter's cool soothe to bathe the long ache of leathered, split skin, parched and papering to dust, needing the kindness of heavens dew washing over the passage of time, soft as lizards feet, tender child of the brook once more, playing water's song of restoration. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Words from Angela.
My original blog got too big. Time to downsize.
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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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