There was a time when I couldn’t have gone, and I haven’t forgotten it.
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There was a time when I couldn’t have gone, and I haven’t forgotten it.
I have them filtered. Sounds good, doesn’t it? As though I’m purifying and simplifying.
It’s a gorgeous thing when a poem arrives at a felicitous rhyme, a choice word that pops up by happenstance.
Amazing how easy it is to survive without the internet!
There are more of them all the time. How do you win them? How do you CHOOSE the winner?