Saturday, December 27, 2025

Even without sound


 I hear the water rushing, bubbling, sparkling.  I remember red boots and puddles.  

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  1. Susan E. GangelDecember 29, 2025 at 12:57 PM

    Can't tell which way to go over, but somehow it doesn't matter. Your boots are full of water, so let me take them off with care

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