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Monday, 10 March 2014

9 march

silver maples grew in rows outside and the leaves blew in the wind

catching the light here and there

she stood in the sunny kitchen window watching them.

She was wearing the hand me down cotton dress her sister had worn last summer but 

it was jelly stained now from the doughnuts they had baked.

Who does that anyway? Wasn't there a freakin' doughnut shop on every corner

around here?

Lately she had been thinking about what a long, strange trip it had all been...


but sometimes in life you've got to celebrate the misses.




5 comments:

  1. Oh I love this and yes there is a donut shop on every corner but it is not as poetic or pretty. Hug B

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  2. You do indeed..I think those donuts must have been special

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  3. Very interesting little poem/story...♡ Woven with the words, on the pink background pic below, I guess. Sweet...♡

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  4. I enjoyed stepping into your vignette.

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  5. Baking your own doughnuts could be nuts but it could also be a sweet blessing..

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Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the gentle night to you.
Moon and stars pour their healing light on you

peace blogger

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