a frigid winter afternoon with sunny rays bouncing from glass buildings and the sounds of kids skating and of laughter
a dark morning at 5:00 am when the blankets are warm and the snow swirls outside and there is still time to cling to a tiny sliver of sleep
returning home from hours away, being greeted by a jumping and licking pup who looks alternately like a little lamb or a tiny baby bear cub
a warm hug and genuine love from the little boy turned young man i will set free to be grown and be good and be kind in this vast and wonderful world
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a familiar sight and such lovely words I can so relate to my momma friend! Love the last paragraph. Wolf is a very lucky young man. have a wonderful day!
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Isn’t PPG Place just beautiful? We’re so lucky to live in this gorgeous city.
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Love the poem!
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Thank you Sue!
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Beautiful photo and poem
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Thank you Gretchen. And I loved your illustration of the fox this morning. Really, you are so very, very talented.
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Awesome photo, and lovely words. Made me experience this with you – virtually. 🙂
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Thanks for coming along!
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Neat capture and timing.
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Well, I have essentially the same shot 53 times. This was just the one I chose!
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Looks like a modern day glass castle. I esp. relate to your last words– we know we must release them, but it isn’t easy!
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No, it isn’t!
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I love this photo! And your words are wonderful.
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Thank you Nico.
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lovely–esp that last one!
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Thank you Lori!
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