Summer may be spent but each evening as I step outside, monarchs flutter by. Swooping close to the back of the house, swirling to the front where the fall blooms flourish. Fortifying themselves for their long trip south.
Hey fellow bloggers.
It started out a little something like this. With the notion that I had something to get out. If we all just wrote a little something every day, perhaps our houses wouldn't have to be made of straw.
We all have incredible stories to tell.
Epics unbelievable to anyone but ourselves.
3 comments:
Thank you, Esmerelda. Magic's all around isn't it? Please come by anytime.
Yes, living out loud is important isn't it?
Beatiful...
Thank you very much, J.
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