Tag Archives: moving on with life

Between the lines

My face. I do not look my age. I look my mileage. This is my face. My map. . . Image: “At Rest In The Gloaming” by Steve Kalstrup Advertisements

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In the pines, in the pines

pining pinning hopes for a successful day on      me (oh dear lord) wondering if he was here and I was there would the dishes get washed sooner and the table used for meals instead of laundry would the … Continue reading

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