Father Winter, you have just arrived and the world already feels so like you. Thick snow and thick silence, all glistening in perfect stillness. Stop, world, and listen to...nothing. ★
Father Winter nearly killed me. It was ashock to be in a country that so easily leaves its people to die and yet hails itself to the world as a caring state. That wa smy lesson last year. I really AM alone in crisis. Very frightening. I hope this year is better to me than last was. :o) Hugs and kisses, keep warm. Neil. x
Hey remember me? Minsun from livejournal. Happened onto your blogspot and thought I'd say hi. Really wonderful poetry you've posted on this site. Look forward to reading more!
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Happy Birthday, dear Bird. Fly free, take care.
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Father Winter nearly killed me. It was ashock to be in a country that so easily leaves its people to die and yet hails itself to the world as a caring state.
That wa smy lesson last year.
I really AM alone in crisis.
Very frightening.
I hope this year is better to me than last was.
:o)
Hugs and kisses, keep warm.
Neil. x
Awesome pictures :)
Sekhmet
Hey remember me? Minsun from livejournal. Happened onto your blogspot and thought I'd say hi. Really wonderful poetry you've posted on this site. Look forward to reading more!
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