Glass

Windows are such a metaphor

for seeing clearly,

or not…

for looking out

or in –

the past,

the present,

all condense

in the mist

on the glass.
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and i’m grateful for the views from my windows…

Treasure

the kids are here
from far flung places
Wisconsin, California…
once a year
we see them…
So we are here
in the crowded cottage
Eating sleeping laughing talking cooking playing
and being thankful to be together.

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