don’t judge a fish by its tail or scales or fat lips, they’re more than bubble blowers, finning in tame circles in my pond there are bullies and troublemakers silly and stupid ones some crafty, othe
my friend Gary down the street is a serial sunflower grower he might be on his fifth this year each one slow to sprout, quick to grow and show off its yellow-skirted, brown faced worship of the sun be
too often our daily news is gut-wrenching war and death, divisive words and unending stories of meanness and suffering sadness or misery flavors every day’s main course, goodness receives a pinch of
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