I've been quiet.
Not a lot going on, I'm sore and it is freezing.
I voted, did you?
More to come when I thaw out and my pain goes off
Poetry for Brigid Imbolc
The Lake Isle of Innisfree BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay a...
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Gentle hugs and healing thoughts your way!
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