A Vision Splendid

In eons past You thought of me You knew that I would someday be And when the time arrived at last In secret place my form was cast ~~~ You dubbed my flesh, “A work of art!” A jewel rare; an awesome start! “A vessel choice…” You did call me, “A vision splendid!” she shall…

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Butterfly Dreams

My dad used to accuse me of “butterfly thinking” and I wonder if that was because he just couldn’t get used to this girl–who was such a dreamer! I lived in my imagination as a kid. I didn’t have access to all the great stuff that kids have today, and so, games from my imagination…

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