Life is convoluted...twists and turns, doubling back, crossing over and through other convoluted lives. And is more interesting for being so.
And yet, is it not a relief when life straightens out, if only for a short while, the hard edges softened, hope of something lovely blossoming soon within our grasp?
And yet, is it not a relief when life straightens out, if only for a short while, the hard edges softened, hope of something lovely blossoming soon within our grasp?
3 comments:
Sweet post, Sheila. Thanks!
Yup.
And wait till you get your challenge for May -- convoluted might be too simple a word.
Just kidding, honest. But I'm painting up a storm the last few days so I'll have lots to choose from.
June, well then, I guess I should get crackin'. vbg
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