365 inconsistent days of pictures
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It’s the expression of your face.
Barren echoes. Echoes. Echoes.
Mother hung her own greenery.
Oh peace, quiet reverie; Listening to the birds cry. Sing to me sweet lullabies; Kiss me goodnight with your song. FL
With a soft reassuring touch, Wall and curtain leaned into each other in peaceful repose. FL
We are all flawed.
Shine bright, what light you have. FL
Frame that stands, frame that has fallen.
Forever was whispered, with a gentle touch; With a hand held, I watched you slip away. FL
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