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i will remember
this day
as a moment so tender
held by the edges
and folded just so
my soul will
revisit
the gift in its giving
where the light of forever
was shown first
to me
Author’s Note: I’ve spent the last few days at a lake cabin
owned by new friends. It is a place which calls us only ever (just) to be.
Leaves fall as schedules scatter.
. . .
tornadoday 
Oohh Bobbie, darling girl have a wonderful time of repose. ❤ always
O, Jane…………you would love this place, the sweet melody of leaves falling home. Such a tender remembrance. ❤
Always inspired by your lovely words…beautiful poem Bobbie, thanks for sharing!
And thank you, dear Wendell……..for the door that is your heart, the book that is your soul………. I am blessed anew by your friendship. ~ Love ❤
That’s always been one of my dreams…, to have a cabin on a secluded lake. The picture beautifully matches the words you’ve written, Bobbie. ~xo~
Me
Paul, it is a beautiful place. Just this week, I was invited to return there (seems those old boards are missing me too)……….
Magical. I’ve missed your words. You have allowed me to return with pure love. Thank you.
Millie, I’ve missed yours. Life has taken more of my time than I prefer……and yet, it is just so………but I know always the way back to your porch. Love you so. ❤
Always. LET us find a middle ground to meet soon for lunch pls.