Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die.
A little chance to do some painting
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A friend posted a back to school photo of her and her mini me. It was a
perfect little snapshot of joy. I loved it so much, I just had to do a
quick mixed ...
1 year ago
Rina
ReplyDeleteThanx for your lovely comment on our blog. Will also "visit" here from time to time...
Benice
This is sweet, Rina, and a lovely picture too. Hope you are enjoying lovely weather and good friends!
ReplyDeleteSherry
Hi Rina I think your blog needs to be followed in episodes otherwise we skim the stories and dont take in the content
ReplyDeletehave read 2 and will be back for more