Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. We’ve walked together for over 36 years and the love flows and grows still. I am so grateful for this man, our walks, our talks, our give and takes, our looking out for one another in this time of change. We are but ripples of time and memories, flowing on to more walks and talks and spontaneous adventures. We are rich that way; we are fortunate; we are grateful. I am, especially: he is my refreshing hope for the world and keeps me grounded in that hope.
Flowing
Flowing rainfall, a brook to the sea
Sheri Edwards
Flowing time, a ripple of memory
Flowing love, a gift daily
Flowing…gratefully
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