Sadness shakes the gladness hand.
~ water and soil come together, come apart as gardens grow, the quiet gift of another morning, beginning and end meeting upside down, a Möbius strip of joy and failing make things come together
Quick link back if you missed it: yesterday’s column, We Fall Short
In time, memory fades, becoming more of what we wished had been than the reality was.
These moments will bring both a smile and a tea…
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