It’s cold. My balls have shrunk that I need my glasses to see them.
Morning, it’s soggy and freezing here, but the balls are warm and jovial.
I’ve just woken up ravenous and sluggish, but the balls are jubilant.
It’s a busy morning here, but the balls are too excited to sit still. I don’t why.
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
... a sonneteer's journey (Tim Grace)
poetry, fashion and beauty
The goal is to help make people’s lives easier
writing is my passion
Living in fellowship with God
Traveling Fashion Designers 🌼
Blossoming: A Story of Beauty, Pain, Struggle & Growth
living in the vibe of my emotions
The view from here ... Or here!
Healing 🖤
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Trust the process
Learning to Live
Live, Learn, and Grow
I wrote my way out
Cruising Colorado and Getting the Goods!
Short stories and flash fiction
Visual works of Wayne Wolfson
It is time
poet and essayist
Fan of GOD
Sliver of Darkness 