The plums in bloom. The ride through town. The news. The crows. The cemetery ground.
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Categories: Sweet Sleep and Bare Feet
Tags: Cemeteries, Crows, Plums, Spring, The News, War
William Michaelian
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Here too. Well, actually, the plums are still but a whisper ~
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They needn’t speak loudly. Their message is clear ~
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Life comes full circle. See ya around. The truth. 🙂
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We gather ’round the truth, to see if it will fly. It looks us in the eye: “If you will, then so will I.”
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Der Krieg erschlägt uns mit Worten, Bildern, mit Bangen, Angst und Schrecken.
Vielleicht passen die Worte von Robert Frost: “The best way out is always through”, oder:”life goes on”. die Werke von ihm sind dir sicher bekannt.
Liebe GrĂĽĂźe,
Edith..
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Yes, I am. . . . I see it this way: while we as individuals cannot stop war in the world, we can end it in ourselves, and not create the atmosphere and conditions for war with our daily actions. It’s useless to wish for peace, when we are not peaceful ourselves. Thank you always.
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Genau so ist es, der Frieden beginnt zuerst in uns selbst. Und wer diesen Frieden nährt, der kann dann auch nicht schlecht leben und handeln.
WAS wäre das fĂĽr eine wunderbare Welt…..
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Love this. Im finding your site an absolute treasure trove. I’ve been wrestling with WordPress all afternoon trying to get a blogroll to work aaagghh! WordPress has changed since i last used it. Done now and I’ve added a link to your site. I hope that’s ok.
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Oh, but of course. Whatever you are moved to do. After all your fiddling, it’s probably time for a run. Thanks very, very much.
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