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
there's nothing like stories
quiet moments in nature
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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.