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
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L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
In Kate's World
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.