Aug 4

There are pears I greet in the morning when I am sad, I kiss them until they untie their skin for me.

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Rochelle Jewel Shapiro

Aug 5

OMG, I can't get over the swerves in this poem. Rain as a baritone voice, rain as lover, as memory....

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Love Love LOVE this one! Thank you for sharing.

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You’re very welcome, Heidi!🌻

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