March 4, 2018 in the fabric of in the fabric of each moment, there are stitches of joy, of sadness – we mindlessly pick at them, not recognizing which is which . 20180304:2258 y Share this:Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
March 5, 2018 - 06:59 Debbie Gravett Great poem. Love the idea that we mindlessly pick at them not recognizing which is which. Reply
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Lovely read 🙂
thank you!
Great poem. Love the idea that we mindlessly pick at them not recognizing which is which.
too often, right? thank you!