We remember it differently. Who was in the house. Who wasn’t.
The shape of the tree in later summer, whether the coffee was
strong enough. Whether spirits drifted or were lifted.
by Deb Scott
enjoy more of Deb’s work on Stoney Moss
check out other posts this april from Couplets: a multi-author poetry blog tour
feathers 
I like the new skin.
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thanks — it’ll do for now. 😉 still too many words, but oh well.
(I’d like one that made all the ‘posting info’ invisible…)
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This is truly lovely, and so well crafted.
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isn’t it though? deb’s a wonder with words. 🙂
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Oh. My. Thank you so very much.
And thanks again, Angie, for creating a lovely tour stop.
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