Coffee, Flowers, & Postcards

Think of each post as a postcard from the daily adventures of a poetess who misses you more than any words can describe. Please send your own back.

Saturday, November 2, 2024

This is a poem from today's event. I think it would make a great postcard. I'd send it to you, if I could.

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