My birthday gift to myself is an actual, sort of heehee, rebirth.:)
Wow... and the markers started on that day of the departed...
Strange...
I like it.:)
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A Bright Clearing I AM.
There are worn-out circular paths around that bush. I can't help it... venturing off has always been my nature.
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