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love is a red rubber ball

Posted on June 6, 2012 by eteal

I am the sibling sister of Pooni, born in a hollow tree in the mountains. (God doesn’t make only children and I am grateful.) A belated eulogy. Oh, sausage sister, you were pit – a – full! hounded by perceptions … Continue reading →

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I froget

Posted on June 4, 2012 by eteal

I froget, But I am reminded. I am grateful for small green frogs who remind me. We all transform over time.

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Butterfly Birthday

Posted on June 3, 2012 by eteal

  I am grateful for bugs and butterflies. Vines eaten, leaves are fringe – I wonder where the Caterpillar is! Gone, Grown, from the Chrysalis has flown. Oh favorite toy of spaniel dog, hidden in the night,     Today, … Continue reading →

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