Greetings to you, all my pretty chickens:
What secrets are the crows whispering in your benighted ears?
My daughters in a rare turn of events are sleeping. It was a vicious night in which all were beset by nightmares; they at least found rest again. I am enjoying the brief quiet.
True, my compatriots, I have swallowed more than my share of the milk of bitterness, but still, I appreciate beauty. Corny as it sounds, few beauties rival that of a vigorous thunderstorm. I am sitting at my desk near the window and a storm just brewed up and spilled over as the heavens railed with electricity and screams of thunder. I looked up to meet and my eyes were met by a crimson bird, a cardinal, a bird of spring sitting on a branch right by the glass like he didn't know he wasn't supposed to be there.
Yes, I have stories to tell you. My cousin is dying. And in a bizarre turn of events, I have kissed new, beautiful lips, and it seems I will see her again ... Surreal it seems. I was with my daughters' mother for 11 years, never -- for lack of a better term -- dated anyone else. This feels very strange, but right. I hope though, that I am able to see this for what it is and not for what I want it to be. Time will tell, I suppose.
Be good to yourselves today.
What secrets are the crows whispering in your benighted ears?
My daughters in a rare turn of events are sleeping. It was a vicious night in which all were beset by nightmares; they at least found rest again. I am enjoying the brief quiet.
True, my compatriots, I have swallowed more than my share of the milk of bitterness, but still, I appreciate beauty. Corny as it sounds, few beauties rival that of a vigorous thunderstorm. I am sitting at my desk near the window and a storm just brewed up and spilled over as the heavens railed with electricity and screams of thunder. I looked up to meet and my eyes were met by a crimson bird, a cardinal, a bird of spring sitting on a branch right by the glass like he didn't know he wasn't supposed to be there.
Yes, I have stories to tell you. My cousin is dying. And in a bizarre turn of events, I have kissed new, beautiful lips, and it seems I will see her again ... Surreal it seems. I was with my daughters' mother for 11 years, never -- for lack of a better term -- dated anyone else. This feels very strange, but right. I hope though, that I am able to see this for what it is and not for what I want it to be. Time will tell, I suppose.
Be good to yourselves today.
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and thank you... no more sad faces this way...
I know it's weird.
How lovely were the lips you smooched?
I can't remember the last time I smooched.