Tuesday, January 7, 2025

Over in TP

   It's an icy stiff thinned high cloud atmosphere that edges into human skin.  A tinker's bell might caution, cover the robbins' eggs.

  Sun slants shapes and Old Glory whips stars and stripes into nature's ways of saying.  Yesterdays have come and gone but something of us remains.



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