Sun finally, after all the cold and rain; sitting at the picnic table in the main commune yard, a black cat joins me, and the warmth of this spot increases.
The shortening days and falling leaves always get me happy for Samhain. This is the first year among any in my life that a deeper appreciation for a Celtic understanding of the day has left its
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Thank you for posting this.
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1) Awe at your poetic writing voice
2) Support in your Mouldy Times
AND hugs.
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too WEIRD.
i shall check my settings & make sure it's not something on my end.
usually it shows up!! bummer. so in the meantime many thanks for 1) & 2) :)
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figgered it out.
i have chosen the option to review comments before they are published-- so that 1) i am sure not to miss a comment, and 2) so i don't comment the anonymous jerk saying stupid things. (i posted an image once about the new prehistoric Venus figurine they'd found in a cave & got all these porn sites posting, lol.)
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