Snow lace and mud puddles

Not just a sunbreak, an entire day of sunshine.  I walk with my friend, pausing while the papillons sniff old dog messages in prime places, and leave the top note, their own impressions of the day:  sun, mud puddles, I haven’t peed her for a week.  Life is good.

 

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About cjprincepoet

I write. I read. I write and read...I listen to raindrops on begonias, talk to ravens, dance with dragons. I practice Tai Chi in a barn, I sleep with earth stones and tarot cards. I celebrate each day. Join me!
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