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She sat on the breakwater and hoped the sound of the waves would soothe her. His words hadn’t. “In between the clover and the dampened earth.” That’s how the minister described it. Sounded poetic. Nicer than “here’s where we buried her body.” But that was reality. Ma was dead. And no pretty words were going… Continue reading The Breakwater
Daybreak on the Bay ~ Sun Drizzled Colors of Dawn ~ Blue Shimmering Hope ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Usually I’m a words before pictures kinda gal. But these photos (shot by my husband this morning on his morning ride) inspired my haiku today. I am constantly gobsmacked by the beauty around me. I love to travel but I’m… Continue reading Hope is Blue
