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.
Friday, February 21, 2025
The Jacaranda Trees Were Wonderful
Appreciate the quiet days, the view from the window, the ease to breathing. It doesn't last and that's okay. But there's still so much beauty in the resting.
-Sincerely,
Bluejay
P.S. I probably won't call tonight. I don't want to disrupt the peace.
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