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Zephyr
Zephyr is a soft, peaceful breeze. And I thought it had to be an imaginary animal. For many of you, we will not meet again until the next A...
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I’ve been to the bridge where the water overflowed. The road with swirling eddies and an ice cold grip Steadying my step the river ca... -
This big brute of a biker walks into a bar. To let everyone know he has come to create a little trouble and to stay out of his way. He walk... -
Across the road from a diner a neon sign flashes, “Beyond Taboo Tattoo”. "I wonder what they would do if I rolled in there wit...
nice post
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteAlways wonderful to have memories, life would be a bit dull without them.
ReplyDeleteBetty
It would be. I've always loved a rainy day.
DeleteMemories sure help make life grand across the land
ReplyDeleteI guess that is why so many people are writing their memoirs. No one else may want to listen but it is nice to express them. lol
DeleteBeautiful memories. The sorghum (it is sorghum?)reminds me of years spent out where farmers grew the plant. But it's been so many years now and all I have are my memories. Alana ramblinwitham.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteIt is sorghum. I always think of my grandmother when there is a soft rain. She always appreciated how it soaked the plants.
DeleteLovely, Anne. The pictures are nice too;-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Diedre.
DeleteYeah, it's just like that. Annie from ~McGuffy's Reader~
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