there’s Bailey’s
in my coffee
the cat asleep
back there
on the bed
the sun peeking
through the haze
on the hills
beyond
and these old bones
almost feel peaceful
again
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
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4TheRecord is dedicated primarily to Ausmusic from all eras and most genres, we will explore the dynamics of the creative process, and reveal the great drama, lyricism, musicality, and emotion behind each classic song.
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Sono una donna libera. Nel mio blog farete un viaggio lungo e profondo nei pensieri della mente del cuore e dell anima.
The Green Lizard Log
Leonard Durso 
picturesque !! I imagined everything and by the end it I felt your content !!!
Thank you.
sounds wonderful
The cat thinks so, too.
just please remember the Father of thy Bones…Dear Friend.
I never forget.
There’s a lot one can do to rest one’s bones, but Bailey’s is right up there at the top.
On my list, too.
I can relate. It feels like the beginning of a song.
Thank you.
So lovely.
Thank you, Anna.