...three fifty six
Wrapped tightly against a chill wind she just remembered from a long time ago
& no amount of current time & temperature can help this one...
~storypeople
the sound of the wind chime.
just isn't the same.
at twenty-three degrees.
and snowy, blowy wind.
but it is a moment.
for which i am grateful.
because it means.
i am.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.
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