A Net Full of Butterflies
A collection of my writings from long ago to present day prompts.
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Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Oh So Close,
A closeness like that of a mother to a child
resembles being near to a rose garden;
Her sweet fragrance is strong, but her
oh so close thorns
always cut us more deeply.
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