September 30, 2020 the end of the end of september pretends to know something about loss, sits down at the piano and struggles with the blues . 20200930:0018 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...
September 30, 2020 - 09:29 Neeks I’ve been gone for several years, what a nice surprise to come back and see that you are still posting, still taking pictures, still going. This poem was lovely, as all of yours are. Reply
September 30, 2020 - 15:54 yi-ching lin welcome back! i hope that all’s well with you and your loved ones. thank you, again, for taking the time to read and comment! i’m deeply grateful! Reply
I’ve been gone for several years, what a nice surprise to come back and see that you are still posting, still taking pictures, still going. This poem was lovely, as all of yours are.
welcome back! i hope that all’s well with you and your loved ones. thank you, again, for taking the time to read and comment! i’m deeply grateful!