Plumcot. down at the Big Gate. A while ago Jenny prunned Her. Alyssia and i were a little startled. But look. In all this "weather", look at Her Sincere and Fierce love of Life. Her multitude of love blossoms. Each with the possibility of ripening into a succulent fruit with a stone pit seed. My heart can barely hold the Feeling of Her …standing there, in Her place, in the Rain. Blooming. I want to talk about the oh so so Beauty Full metaphor Peggy Mc G gave me, Us, a while back about being a pixel. i took it so much further, how we are All pixels in the Big Picture. and further, further but i just am not ready to do that yet, to give it what it needs, the telling of my sense of pixel~ness, but i was stopped in my tracks, seeing Her….down down the road Up, just there. Carefree Way flowing like a little river behind Her.
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