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  • Taller than Me

    Posted by In All Our Years on June 19, 2022June 18, 2022

    He gave me this gift- Nothing is impossible-

    Fathers, Poetry, Sons
  • My Youngest Son

    Posted by In All Our Years on March 10, 2022March 9, 2022

    i watch- as he breaths life in, changing what is around him.

    Poetry, Relationships, Sons
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  • Sometimes

    Posted by In All Our Years on December 9, 2020December 8, 2020

    Then there are ... diversions ...

    Poetry, Relationships
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  • Morning

    Posted by In All Our Years on December 1, 2020November 24, 2020

    She speaks with me-

    Poetry
  • There is this …

    Posted by In All Our Years on November 23, 2020

    The time is still.

    Poetry, Relationships
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  • Let Light Be

    Posted by In All Our Years on April 16, 2020April 21, 2020

    Dark has its place ...

    Coronavirus, Poetry, Thoughts
    1 One comment on “Let Light Be”
  • Another Day

    Posted by In All Our Years on April 3, 2020November 1, 2020

    There will be ...

    Poetry
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  • Begin …

    Posted by In All Our Years on October 25, 2019October 25, 2019

    There is hunger in the unknown, in which always, is found-

    Poetry
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  • Winds Sing

    Posted by In All Our Years on September 11, 2019

    Anxious birds stir and twist, able feet clutching to small twigs-

    Poetry
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  • Without to be Within

    Posted by In All Our Years on July 17, 2019

    We do not have innate means to survive under her sky.

    Poetry
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